A pin drops.
A drop is poised at the end of a leaf, almost at it's descent.
A flame dances at the end of a candle wick, nearly at it's end.
A tree is choped at the end of it's trunk, about to topple.
A girl exhales at the end of the road, just about to die.
A bell chimes.
The drop falls to the ground and splashes into a million pieces.
The flame dies and there is no longer light.
The tree falls with a sickening thud.
The girl closes her eyes for the last time.
A clock ticks.
A plant gathers moisture from the ground, growing taller and straighter.
A dark figure passes the dark house, thinking no one is home.
A family gathers around a Christmas tree, singing carols a plenty.
A baby inhales, crying as it's brought into the world.
A cricket chirps.
An eye blinks.
A rooster crows.
And a world remains balanced.
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A Few Pages from my Brain
PoetryPoetry from the brain of one SilentDream. Including imperfection, perfection, life, death, and love.
