Soft patter on the glass,
in small, rhythmic taps.
All pouring down,
with little splats!
Puddles rippling,
on a gray, stormy day.
Rain pouring,
in hopes of washing
the pain away.
And as the raindrops,
pelt on the dirt
and on the ground,
may we drift in peace,
with each patter
and with each sound.
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Stardust
PoetryStardust (n.) - For we are all specks in this world full of lost souls and broken hearts. - In which a young, ink-stained girl, talks about the thoughts that haunts her. --x full synopsis inside. immerse yourself in an uncanny girl's deep ocean of t...
