The water cycle is a funny chain,
In that, from nuclear plants to beads of sweat,
It goes through any person we have met;
The flood that moved the ark is in the drain,
The blood in us was Julius Caesar’s stain;
Evaporating from the wastes and fat,
Condensing to the eyes from weeping wet,
So everything is washed away by rain;
I’m therefore solaced after having learnt
That when a droplet someday damps your locks,
You know it must have been my meager tear,
Sublimed from snow, and in volcanoes burnt,
Which flew for only you amidst the rocks,
And fell for you who never were my dear.
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❧ April 18, 2021