Plumbing the droplets, escaping the faucet of my dreams
I built a little castle of pearls, just to stare at-
Not to live in.
When the moon shines or the sun sets, it gleams eloquently
And I see small birds and large butterflies
In each crystal.
Sparingly I clean it with care and a small handkerchief
Always afraid it will dry up one day, evaporate
Into a very thin air.
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