A single drop in a thousand
and truly we are like water
Which rushes in a single voice
Which flows as one
as we do
for we cry out in one voice
for one pain
A life lost
[Mario L. Santoro,
Leonard W. Hatton Jr.,
Keith George Farben]
is only one drop falling
into the deep unknown
An falling to a depth
where none can see it
the drop reaches
a paradise of heaven
We love with our minds
and our hopes fall to the depths
I wish to sip the cool sweet water
It was a drop of water
Ceiling cracked
What misfortune
Dripping on to her wrinkled toe
As she stood by the mantle.
With the storm outside
And the ceiling cracked
And the wet toe
There was fear.
She raised her head,
Let water drip on to her tongue.
If it filled her up slowly, from her toes
To her stomach to her heart
That would be good.
She could join him,
That beautiful man
Who had slowly filled up with water.
The drop was ineffective
Only an ocean could have drowned so many sorrows
“To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, To gain all while you give, To roam the roads of lands remote, To travel is to live.” -Hans Christian Anderson
Writing is about freedom and expressing yourself; allowing yourself find your own voice. Here is my attempt at discovering myself through my own writing.
"All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence you know." - Ernest Hemingway
ull new transflations -- Rosetta Stone hypothoses
One True Sentence 