The Rain Of Possibility Poem by Cee Bea

The Rain Of Possibility



I stand in the rain
of possibility.
soaked by the
endless connections
of all that can be

so few the numbers
of what
can not happen.

The chaotic shadows,
the figure of certainty
fades in and without

one certainty...
We will love,
while the music
of infinite cords
plays a universal theme

Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: muse
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