The rain sprinkles
on my face
in the night-like morning
as I walk.
The pavement is
littered with puddles.
Street lights colour
the empty roads
like a city rainbow,
bright and streaked
against a dark, glossy sky.
Except this sky
is beneath my feet
and I can touch it.
It is right within
in my grasp.
on the road to something more
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Titles are Overrated
PoetryThis is the equivalent of Notes app on your phone, so yeah, exposing myself. I guess it's considered poetry. Enjoy. :)
