Fragments

Teardrops

Made of ink,

Born from an ocean,

 

Are falling

 

To the ground,

Covered in sheets

Of white paper.

 

Each sheet

Catches a different drop,

 

Witnesses

That are yet

 

Too fragile

To drown you,

 

Too solid

To be forgotten,

 

Waves that are

Not strong enough

To reach the shore.

 

So the sheets

Keep dancing like leaves

In the wind,

Waiting for the rain

To come.

 

Copyright Sophie Aduial 2017