A distant sound
A broken shard of glass
A piece of blank paper
A drop of rain against the glass
Some cherished, some passed unnoticed
Some that rippled the surface,
Some broke the surf
Some that the wind echoed
Others merely gallantly rode away
Some were just thoughts
Others plain fortitude;
They came by and brought with them
A flavour each that would each last a season!
I fell, I rose...and the circle yet again
Claimed and maimed,
Ruined and restored
Stayed and then not:
Only each time it gave me
A lill more taste of what it is
To be living,
This thing called Life!
Byapok!
ReplyDeleteI like how if you ignore the title and the last line... The whole thing pans out into so many more interpretations!
:)
Deletewherever you ignore, any bit, things always pan out differently, dont they?