In my quiet time this morning
It occurs to me
imagination and ideas are as many
As the raindrops that have been falling
For many days now
So very many
Passing quickly before hitting the ground
Only some
Fall on umbrellas
only some
Fall on rooftops
Only some
Get trapped in trees
Only some
Ride the back of cats and dogs
And only some
Reside in me
The rest fall to the ground
They sink into life's cycle
Or
They dry up
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