Higher Life Form
At the end, there was a beginning
But the beginning never ends.Weather the storm,it
aint getting any warm.At the crack of born the
drop dropped and heavy enough the silence was
broken.The silence was spoken.The power was
evoked and the drop ended up soaked.Under
water the peace decreased.With efforts of
remaining higher the drop needed an increament
to keep its name above sea level.
So happy when stressed yet happily depressed
the drop could only scream quietly. Such
drowning felt like the feeling of being lost in a
forest wilderness.The pressure was no pleasure
and in deep waters the drop dripped due to
internal leakage.This normal abnormality led to its
thirsty cry but the quenching seemed to be
there.Is this foolishness?I break scales when i
weigh my options. Its sounds like throwing water in a pool.
Dreams became reality and through this single
thought of remembrance the drop opened up and
embraced the breakage. Through the wound the
light finds its way in and penetrates. This brings
an enlightening brightness.Drop now became
heavyweight and it no longer breaks jokes but burst's laughs.
It ain't a miracle, a Drop turned to an Ocean!
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