SAMHAIN – Night Falls
A teardropp falls on the page
upon which I write
By morning it is gone
nothing remains,
gone, vaporised
Billowing clouds
have taken my tear
Raindrops tap on my window
rivers swell, springs rise
merging into the ocean
Did my tear die?
No, at each stage
it gained a new expression
at each turn of the way
I am one with ocean, cloud and spring
LILA
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