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A single drop of rain
Among the treetops

All it needs is
A slight breeze
And it'll descend
As quickly as it was born

Angles form within its prism
Angelic colours sprout wings
As a single burst of sunshine
Arches through the clouds

A bird sings its praises of
An original day
And it makes it clear that
Anything might still be possible

At the edge of the forest
As well as the edge of
A city; the borders of
A world long forgotten

A long time
Ago, it was lost
Among the memories, in
Ages past, when the world was young

As the drop of rain falls
A thought creeps into mind
Automatically I make a wish
And reach to the heavens

June 14, 1997

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