one dashed her with stone,
yet she stood tall.
one threw rocks,
yet she remained unaltered.
he hurled pebble at her,
she bled,
and collapsed.
he laughed and asked her why,
so she answered,
"even the rain hits differently
when it comes from your favorite cloud."
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PoetryI write because nobody listens. --- A poem collection Written in 2 languages EN/ID Updated (almost) daily © 2020 by ohjuliette - Highest rank: #2 in poems [June 05-09, 20] #1 in words [June 10-13, 20]
