Elisa M. Golden


Raindrops - Poem by Elisa M. Golden

You and I are like raindrops on glass -
Two separate droplets haltingly moving
down a window pane following a summer storm.

With gentle fate our paths converge.
Absorbing each other, we make a
smooth, gradual acceleration.

Now one in movement,
on a direct continuum we move,
until our blended spent dropp evaporates.

July 26,1998


Comments about Raindrops by Elisa M. Golden

  • Rookie Aashish Ameya (9/11/2005 5:07:00 AM)

    gr8 poem. i also write one onraindrops...
    read n let me know wht u think (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Thomas Viruvelil (9/10/2005 10:17:00 PM)

    Good imagination of joining together of two lives into one (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 10, 2005

Poem Edited: Sunday, September 11, 2005


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