When it rains I get wet and I walk on down the street. When it does not rain I do not get wet and I walk on down the street. Whether it is raining or not, the puddles speak to me. Molecules want molecules to remember their common origin. They therefore admit, these bodies all around, ocean to ocean, cloud to cloud, water to water; unsure, uncertain scope of the circumspection of return to life. ...puttin' the Po' in NaPoWriMo...
Now, this is a po I am liking very much. Nature abhors a vacuum, or so it’s said, and you have caught that here so well.
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Hmmm… If nature really abhors a vacuum, why does too much rain or snow or winter suck so much? 😉
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Lovely poem.
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