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There's a place where water collects

When it rains

And it stays sometimes for days just sitting

Still and motionless, reflecting.

Then along comes a shower

With the splatter of drops shattering

The stillness, the reflection.

Until there is only concentric circle

Hitting concentric circle,

Tearing concentric circles apart.

Drops upon drops upon unending drops

So that soon even the concentric circles

No longer can form.

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This is beautiful in its simplicity of the quiet image it provokes, and yet seems to reach a much deeper theme...speaking of the circles of life...or life and love.