I am the last raindrop in the sky
The others have fallen, leaving me high
I see the earth below me, wet and green
The flowers, the trees, the rivers, the sea
I wonder where I belong in this world
Should I join the ocean or the soil?
Should I nourish the plants or the animals?
Should I evaporate or freeze?
But then I feel a gentle breeze
Carrying me to a distant place
I land on a window and see a face
A child who is sad and lonely
He sees me and his eyes light up
He touches me and I feel his warmth
He smiles and thanks me for being there
He makes me feel like I matter
I realize that I have a destiny
To bring some comfort and joy to this child
I am the last raindrop in the sky
But I am not lost, I am alive
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Eunoia Whispering Echoes
FantasyShe wrote all her enchanted whispers in the form of poems... Beautifully Stitched Old Tales.... And only she was left alive to recite them... Finally when her last Ember of her pure Soul dies, the true beauty ignites high...Just like a Phoenix from...
