The Wandering Curiosity of One Raindrop

In this ephemeral descent, I capture moments
that ripple through the heart of the earth.
Beneath metallic giants, glistening glass jungles,
I whisper among the whispers of dreams.

Each surface I kiss leaves a trace
of ancient tales and forgotten echoes.
I bear witness to fleeting glances
of shadowy forms dancing through illusions.

Should I long for the vastness of clouds?
Or cling to the smells of asphalt warms
by sunlight's tender embrace?
Fragile glances, wandering dreams.

Inner Cycles
Reflection Imprints