It’s a long night,
safe, for now, in the swan’s feather,
wind threatening to topple me over,
onto the thirsty ground.
I grieve over the fate
all falling droplets meet—
before me and after.
I hope to be better.
Dawn wakes me.
No longer falling, I rise in a cloud
to be one with the sky…
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