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There's a place where water collects
When it rains
And it stays sometimes for days just sitting
Still and motionless, reflecting.
Then along comes a shower
With the splatter of drops shattering
The stillness, the reflection.
Until there is only concentric circle
Hitting concentric circle,
Tearing concentric circles apart.
Drops upon drops upon unending drops
So that soon even the concentric circles
No longer can form.
This is beautiful in its simplicity of the quiet image it provokes, and yet seems to reach a much deeper theme...speaking of the circles of life...or life and love.