Gushing through the waterfall,
Jumping onto stream;
Gliding over mossy rocks,
Living like a dream.
That's little droplet
Making its way;
Over seas and mountains,
Going far away.
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Hey! Hey there..
Little droplet!!!
Stop! Stop!! STOP!!
See!!
This little thing isn't listening at all..
It's going places!
Well.. anyway..
Let me know how you liked the poem.
Take care. Stay safe.
Love and peace✌
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MUSINGS.. A collection of poetry
PoetryPoetry is.. beauty, style and grace; Poetry is.. insightful, precious and profound; Poetry is.. ecstasy, passion and glee; Poetry is.. past, present and future; Poetry is.. heart, mind and soul; Poetry is truly a blessing.. Feel the same? Somewhat...
