Wildy the Journeyman (into_the_wild) wrote,
Wildy the Journeyman

:: Droplet ::

:: Droplet ::

He sat, as he listened, nodded, and played with the drops of condensation
Formed on the glass of beer. The water droplets merged and then, heavy with burden,
They moved swiftly downwards, in the process, fused with even more droplets. 
The water droplet was a droplet no more, but a quick stream of liquid that 
Moved swiftly towards the base of the glass, plunging towards gravity, 
Then disappearing between the gap of the bar-table, and beneath,
And then, it became insignificant once more. 

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