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Only
one tick at a time, seemingly
countless ticks, like
the little rain drops fall
only one at a time. Yet,
before you realize, or
catch them in your palm, keep
quickly dripping away leaking
through the finger gaps. You
see the precious moments, the
endearing memories and
many that slip away, before
you savor and guard to
keep them as especially yours, like
the pouring rain water flowing
away to join the streams mixing
into river, merging
into the vast ocean, to
be back to its home. Enjoy
the sail to witness the
rain drops of time happily
come back to
its vastness home. Sing and
dance to celebrate soaking
in the refreshing rain, for
they are clean and fresh drops descending
directly from the heavens. Wash your
soul with every cleanse, for
they keep coming down to
refresh you, as every little drop is always new. as every little drop is always new. ~KRS Murthy~
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