A dewdrop that perched.
Shimmering so radiant,
Reflecting the celestial beings.
Aeons passed admiring it.
But a day to approach.
And it dispersed.
L'il did I know,
I was the heat.
For I was mortal not its gleam.
I lost it, totally.
O my, it was not even mine
to feel possessive.
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Senseless scribbles
PoetryA collection of my micro tales, short conversations, poems, random thoughts and yes my senseless scribbles.
