Souls and Rain-Drops
Light rain-drops fall and wrinkle the sea,Then vanish, and die utterly.One would not know that rain-drops fellIf the round sea-wrinkles did not tell.
So souls come down and wrinkle lifeAnd vanish in the flesh-sea strife.One might not know that souls had placeWere't not for the wrinkles in life's face.
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