So full of such abundant flow,
the infinite drops
from heaven pour
into the fall.
A fall beyond grasping
hands beyond grasp.
All is transient.
You left me raindrops
strung out
on the loose ends
of spider threads.
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Write comment. Such a beautiful piece, John. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks