On a blissful morning, on fresh green grass, cold and wet, was born a dew drop...
Waking up to the sun, shining by reflecting the divine light...
Sun gave it wings and it went invisible...
Off on a frivolous flight...
Up in the clouds - ignorant and imbecile...
Wanderer it was, went were the wind took it,watching the world...
Over the mountains, over the plains, over the seas and over the oceans...
Out of the clouds, it came down thundering, lightning lighting the way...
Secluded on peaks of peace, it grew cold and calm, hard outside - soft inside...
Drifting in a slow and soulful pace through ages, time and target immaterial...
Melting away - flowing with many, fast and ferocious, rapidly through rapids, gathering pace and space...
Directions an apparent delusion, chance ridden with choices, flow it did...
Heavy with burden, ruffled in dirt...
Through tranquil terrains, it relinquished worries...
The more it walked and saw, the calmer, clearer and deeper it grew...
Reflecting unabashedly, leaving behind the loads of past...
Progressing through poignant paths earth paves...
The journey continues, destination a delusion!
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