Rain’s Circles
Counting to the infinity.
The rain draws circles
On the glass
And water’s surface
Looks at us,
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Each drop a perfect
Circle forms
On water’s mirror
Patterns born,
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One, two and three
And many more
Concentric lines
Precision’s awe,
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Those tiny ripples
Add as quick
Succession falls
With rhythmic beat,
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Ran out of numbers
Time stood still
Touched water’s face
Creator’s quill,
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In that complete
Yet random game
The universe
Spells out its name,
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In finite world
On single pond
The infinite
Perfects its form,
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From line to circle
We all must
Descend to plane
And make splash last.
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This is remarkably beautiful. Thank you for letting us feel the warmth shining from your infinite soul today. Keep writing. Keep expressing. Keep creating. We need more of it 💛
Creator' effortless charm..as in nature so in your art.