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the small drop (Free verse) by richa

Water, runs off the gutters onto sodden stone borders, a small drop hangs from long grass like the wet wax on a candle and it is this small drop that the gods long look down on through the glass house of this earth, and weigh from every angle as though they were a sunlight.

abecedarian 26-Jan-04/10:50 AM
Wonderful, richa. Perhaps '..and weigh through it every angle'. I think it fits more with what you're getting at (or at least my simple understanding of your intent).




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