The river of crystals

I fold my hands into a cup
And dip them into what seems like
The river of crystals because of
the sunshine's silent dance
Over the water I collect

And, as I take out a handful of droplets
None of them want to stay with me
All parting, all rushing back
To their home

Several droplets make it back
And fall out of my hands
But many remain with me
No home coming is destined for them



Their desperation too evident
They will rush back
At the first chance

But they can not.
These daring souls have to
accomplish their mission

They can't be 'lucky' enough to be left alone
And to escape the purpose of their being
Nothing less than humans.


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