A falling drop into the ocean; what does it mean?
To join the pool of groaning humanity
What difference can one man make
Against the overwhelming sea?
Sadness is like a still pond
That hides the incessant trickling
Of tributaries; rills that spill
And feed the endlessness.
By that pond, a lily blooms
ever-slowly inching, bursting
a fight to the finish, thriving on waves
that lap up gurgling gurgling at its feet
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