The poem, gracefully home*
Once upon a time no words were spoken
A subtle rhythm came and then silence was broken
It came from the heavens, it was a cloud
Little drops of rain and thunder so loud
Drizzling down to find a container below
Filling up in mighty numbers, this began to flow
Fluidity makes it move rapid and fast
Hurrying up ahead of itself no time to cling onto a past
As where it was going to Source, its home
But along the journey in doing so, carefree it became a poem
Dom*Colucci © 2016
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