Every time I pour out water,
All the people who would die for,
Who are dying because lack of,
Cross my mind.
Every person on the brink of extreme dehydration
longing for a drop
To save them
Keep them
Those longing for a drop of hope
help
love
food
money
family.
A human can be starved of many things.
Like a bird can be plucked of many feathers
Yet still fly
But take just a single
Certain
One
And the bird shall weep
For it will never again
Touch the sky.
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Acts of Rain ||a collection of poetry|| #Wattys2016
Puisi((Look at how dramatic past me kinda made this description)) //older poems are kinda shit// Same old empty feelings. So I've tried writing poetry now.. Mostly more on the sad side, but I am not you, the reader, and pain and beauty are viewed diff...
