A hundred raindrops
falling on the just and the unjust

A hundred fingers
tapping thoughtfully at window panes

A hundred miles
walked to a holy place

A hundred voices
speaking softly from the heart

A hundred kisses
blossoming briefly, never forgotten

A hundred words
conversing quietly to save a life

A hundred strokes
painted lovingly on expectant canvas

A hundred moments
passing as awareness finds them

A hundred thoughts
forming, falling, finally disappearing

A hundred notes
played in patterns soft, sweet and sad

A hundred souls
side by side, touching, joining and parting

A hundred somethings more
awaited by tomorrow


© Samuel Birrer and Serendipity, 2017.

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