Perpetuum mobile
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This drop of water,
in the shower where I sit,
slowly ripples miniature
waves of lukewarm water,
wrinkles in lives.
Folds in time, in minds,
in the hearts of everyone
involved.
Pain thrown out,
like screech of owls
into the night.
Hunger screamed
of love, of being loved.
How the arms of many
in warmth embrace.
How silence exists,
that removes cold,
and brings life from many
to many.
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April 4, 2017
Copyright © Darren White

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