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Droplets of Time

Droplets of time fall like rain,

Puddles of water form – swirling,

Gushing and hurling,

Wasted time feign not, but drain.


Where has it gone? – Lost,

When will this moment come again? –

Love is a droplet, it may never come again,

It freely falls, but at what cost?


Turgid are the waters,

Rising up to kiss the sky,

Where two lovers see eye to eye,

Reflecting each passionate waters.


Droplets of love raining

Down from above, must

Quench both lover’s gust,

Sustaining – or be lost draining.


© James Booker July 15, 2015



Published inPoems

One Comment

  1. B B

    Hello! Cool post, amazing!!!

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