A-Z April - P for Percept

Once upon a moment

A tiny droplet

Slithered down 

Through slopes of the being.

It glistened like a pearl

Shone like a crystal

Plain - it was

An amalgam of sorts.

A transperant bead

Blending pleasure and pain

Perspective and perception.

It gathered in its light form

The luminence of experience

The lucidity of awareness.

Playing a dual role

With professional precision.

Once upon an instant

A small droplet

Packed mighty prowess

It glided down by the high cheek bone

Or perhaps by the blade of grass

Did it drop from the eyes or descend from the heavens?

Did it pierce through the crevices of the heart?

Or gathered from the cool mist of dawn?

Did it cleanse a grief

Or quench a thirst?

Perhaps it drenched the parched earth 

To feed the foliage

Or soaked the soul

Flushing the ache.

Once upon an inspiration

A little droplet

Dribbled through a thought

Dabbled with an outlook

Bringing forth a flood of fervor

Taking the shape it is contained by

Morphing into a muse.

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