De A drop of you, a drop of me,
instants dripping through the unexpected heat.
Surrounding us
diaphanous fairies of fate
in circles merging colors-
a bit of blue, a chunk of red,
into the blank of white, the time we never spent,
a cloud, some memories submerged in the unknown,
the present rose,
a present to my home,
the picture of an untold story,
the shadow of some other rose
a flash of unseen sorrows,
a time of us, two drops from the poetic sky.
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