34 – Drops

We start to trickle in,
Slowly at first.
Scattered raindrops falling,
On the empty morning streets.

Little by little
We gather here and there.
Tiny puddles,
Growing into a lake.

A simple ribbon,
Contains us like the gates
Of a fragile dam.

We gush,
And bubble.
A river waiting to be born.

A single shot.
A thousand voices roar.
The river’s free!

Bursting thru the gates,
We flood the streets.

Young and old.
Fast and slow.
We are all the same,
Within the river.

Some run to win.
Some run to feel alive.
We all run together.
We run as one.

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