DOWN THE DRAIN

It all fell,

Not one broken piece left,

Down the drain;

Where perhaps

It shall inherit the dampness,

The coldness, and darkness

Of the unfamiliar dwelling.

Yet from Above,

A light shall seep through.

From the holes where they passed,

There it shall lapse,

Racing itself to give life

Where the broken pieces

Are once again made whole.

Down the drain.

Water.

Light.

Life.

It's time. #

photo taken from Karlsruhe, Baden, Germany