The Sound Of Water

the way it dances in a glass the way it rolls so smoothly into a Pitcher it's a form of Purity so I look outside the Window&see drops tapping against the side of the Crib&I use to count them notice how they circled&left large tears as a form of a Shadow as you appear closer you day dream over the past&the present so we reflect upon the sky as the drops came over went to the park as the Ducks make there voices heard in the stream of Water