Decisions
Drops of water fall
off the endless edge
becoming a pilgrimage
Each one creating
infinite arrays
of waterways
In a breath
a ripple starts
many bind our hearts
Seemingly small ones
made in an instant
can become permanent
even resistant
Some remarkable drops
larger than the rest
become a lover's manifest
Then the cycle repeats
each drop now our own
to sculpt and make known
The ripples that come next;
waves within your control
as you're the ocean in my soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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