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Monday Morning Word

When you think of the humble raindrop,
Altering its shape by gravity
Taking the form of a clear wall, or corona in the stream
Each little drop, falls, chasing the others
Round drops and Rainbows cascade,
Falling into a pool down below.
Always constantly moving
Lovingly powered by the
Lakes and streams and clouds from above.

By inkdropk

Born and Bred in Salford, England - I live a short distance from Old Trafford - Home to Manchester United Football Club. I volunteer at Sale Harriers athletic club and at Imperial War Museum North - where i help as a guide to visitors in the galleries. A blogger, photographer, volunteer and occasional writer.

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