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I was staring at the sky from my balcony,
From behind a high netted window,
With a mind roaming in the rounded whites,
I lingered for the smallest innuendo.
The clouds all then gathered for a convention,
Wearing suits and skirts of smoke,
Unlike what everyone liked them to be,
They nonchalantly erupted and broke.
The wilder winds squeezed to reach me,
They crooned in my ears to say,
The rain is alive, don't bash the clouds,
They're so very heavy, let them be grey.
And the water touched and touched the ground,
Drowning the dirt and cleansing leaves;
The breeze played between my strands of hair,
Singing to me to just believe.
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YOU ARE READING
And the Petals Fall | ✔
Poetry❃ From one of the flowers in my infinite garden, I present to you a caricature of its petals. ❃
