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If Only I Could Be a Drop...

by: Iolanda Scripca

 

 

If only I could be a drop of crystalline water

In thousands and thousands of humans I would live

I would stay motionless in hearts and hover...

An angel moved me in my sleep

and took me way beneath the white Earth

I slowly slide through the Happiness Channel

in which Love laughingly screams...

My terror-stricken heart collides

with the desperation of the centuries that pass...