
Rain
Pouring
From above
Dropping on earth
Connecting both worlds
Travelling the distance
Back there from where it started
Finding what it always yearned
But then loosing itself in its search
To merge with soil and be the earthy smell
#etheree
An Etheree poem contains 10 lines. The first line has a single syllable, and each line “grows” by one syllable until the tenth line has 10 syllables.
What a lovely thought.
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