Drops From A Web

In fine lines, rain rolls along filigree filaments,
Collecting at strand’s lowest dip,
Pouring into drops,
Edging to their final fall,
Slipping from their sleeve,
….falling
……….falling
…………….falling,
Dragging tendrils behind,
As gravity pulls the load,
Cohesion, bringing up the rear,
Tears the last liquid from the webs’s grip,
Plunging the whole
….down,
……….down,
…………….down,
Until the earth absorbs
Drops dissolve,
Beings for fleeting moments
That never were…

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