Monday, December 27, 2010

Drops of a Dripping Tap

No matter how many drops fall on my palm,

They instantly dry up like sand grains;

And no matter how tightly I hold them,

They permeat the pores.

A bucket I then take,

Which I put under the dripping tap.

And the minute it fills to the brim,

I plunge my hand into it; my palm gets soaked at last.

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