WET IN LOVE! A rain drop, ?plup?. Then another drop, ?plup?. My blind eyes catches the plup. And the wind sings, They come! They come! Trashing, Rushing they come! So I fly, inside the nucleus of a universe. Plup Plup Plup Plup Plup Plup Plup Thousands of Plups. She hits me, all over ( from my head to my toe) I am wet, Wet in love.! I gallop like a horse, only without a forward move I land, A BIG BANG!! Diamonds scatter! Life begins! In a sudden cosmos dampens, But the drop still plups I so am still wet, Wet in love! Ashley, a very nice creation. Formless talks, abstract talks, she moves, I hate, He said, but pigeon have germs ? A telephone talk. Enjoyed the short piece, thax. OK, A life is a life, need for its understanding isnt obvious. Similar is with poems. A poem is like a rubber, it should bend, strech, the WAY YOU WANT, but dont dare to go far, it will break, you loose the meaning. Do not worry about silly words, such as: Creativity and Imagination, they are for poets, to claim themselves. Reading a poem should be as easy as ridding a RoLLer Coaster, you heart should beat with some different beats than usual, it should give you thrills and chills like bungy jumping. :)