Souls And Rain-Drops

Light rain-drops fall and wrinkle the sea,

Then vanish, and die utterly.

One would not know that rain-drops

If the round sea-wrinkles did not tell.

So souls come down and wrinkle

And vanish in the flesh-sea strife.

One might not know that souls had

Were't not for the wrinkles in life's face.

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