The Rain On My Glasses
The rain on my glasses
I see it, so magnified
Each droplet, a crystal
Gliding
Upon the wall of my mind,
On every lens,
A waterfall, a river,
A stream
In the rear, I stand
Pondering
As if in a marvelous dream.
The rain on my glasses
I see it, so magnified
Each droplet,
A spring inundating
The arid ground of my mind
Through every lens,
A world drenched, colored,
Surreal
In the rear, I stand
Pondering
As if I have just begun to feel.
Copyright © Farah Chamma | Year Posted 2010
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