katrientjielove
2 years ago1,000+ Views
I can hear the raindrops crawling down my window running down the crooked corners in my walls They too have a path to follow down to the dirt and grime Though they seem insignificant they too have a purpose- they brighten the horizon so we can see where worlds meet and end and people greet and wave goodbye and where flowers bloom and die Raindrops, tiny reminders of the things we easily forget sweet, wet testimonies of the air we breathe, the fragrance of life at its best and worst the hope they bring in invisible pockets cannot be ignored and the joys we find in them are fountains of the lost dreams we buried deep in the holes we dig to protect our hearts
2 comments
The prose in this was really short and nice, you said exactly what you needed to say without going overboard.
2 years ago·Reply
Thank you very much
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