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The Raindrops
The raindrops
That fall into the gutters
Become dirty
That fall into the sea
Get lost
The drops are
Not dirty
Not small
One of that
Its importance
Its power
Sea pride swallows that
In the gutters
It turns dirty drain water
But that point is it
That fall on the flowers,
The flowers blossom
That fall on barren grounds
Become green
Like the garden
That, depend
Just to the subjects
Of nature
And the instinct
How, do that accept
The raindrops.
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"The Raindrops" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2021. Web. 17 Jan. 2021. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/53345/the-raindrops>.