When I hear the falling of the rain
I start to think of you, and how we learn.
Our questions fall like raindrops in a pool;
And the
Answers come in ripple-riddles
Running 'cross the surface till they
Shatter our reflection in confusion.
And I
Believe that all the oceans in the world
Are but a raindrop in a pool of Life; --
Until --
I turn and see a world of worlds inside
That crazy little teardrop in your eye.
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