Once I knew a little drop.
Falling from the sky,
Colorless, no dye.
It found flaming passion,
Neverending plastic smiles,
Dirty street fashion,
Unfairly judged trials.
The little drop did dread,
It’s color turned to red.
Flowing more deeply,
Our little drop put an orange dress.
Luckily, it won the game of chess.
Success!
Watch out, the creativity
May lead to unbearable captivity.
Halfway,
The dress bleached in yellow,
It started to decay,
Tell me now,
Where’s your optimism and joy?
However,
Nature repairs
In the light from Selene,
Grabbing it all in green.
The little drop untied the rope,
Farther away – a single lie,
A single hope.
Isn’t it clear,
not a single one
from the hell’s seven,
shall open the gates of heaven.
You’re not in youth,
Dress in blue,
Fall through
The pit of painful truth.
Before you sell your soul
You are given a purple cloth.
You look like a mighty emperor,
Ready to pay the toll.
Welcome!
This is the world of magic,
The despair,
the doom,
It isn’t fair,
Why death brings this well-portrayed tragic?
White reflects,
Black resurrects –
The little drop recollects:
Once fallen from the sky,
Once cried from the eye,
It’s useless to hold on tight.
There’s no light, no light
In the depths of the soul’s night.
Our little drop
Now became an insignificant spot.
– Emmeranne
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