Drops of rain
Wear upon an old bit of forgotten copse
Laying alone in a fallow field
All the different shapes and shades
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Wonderful writing, Smoky, the last 7 lines sum it all up so well! ! Constance
Vanity! All is vanity. Smoke, and gone, a vapor, a mist, here then gone. Dare we notice, how of little importance is the concerns and worries of daily life in the modern realm.