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The Populous (Free verse) by durr_T_hip_E
they run from discontentment
and beg for a
quiet
whispering
disconnection
in perfect form
a water molecule
splashing up from
a rain puddle
under a foot
dirty sneakers
indicative of experience
grey long rain clouds
patter necessity to the ground
like babies
lunging for their right to breathe peacefully
dew drops are
intently focused upon
casual beauty of self
a reflection of
grasshoppers drowning in this sparkling moment
the sidewalk lives
less than a block away
from any place
where oceans collide with sunsets
we are warmed here
frictionless elements are
connected
by and by
and
severed ties remain
as the only way
to teach unity
discontentment disconnects puddle drops from feet
we are
fleeting carriers
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