Swaying trees
A fresh verdant
Washed away
With tears
From the heavens.
Earthy red soils,
And welled-up eyes
Trickle across
Fragile petals.
Blows of air
Nipping at skin
Splashes of puddles
And melodic laughs;
Hands outstretched
To catch falling watery stars
And wish upon them
For more rain,
Pitter-pattering against the window pane.
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When The Heart Whispers
PoëzieThe poems reflect evergreen and intense emotions while others are as light and weightless as feathers. It's like the heart whispers softly, waiting to be heard. ~Vote and Comment~ © tanxsha [Previously warped_realities]
