There are—
Dead and empty galaxies.
Packs of bloody wolves.
Craters littering a silver moon.
Dawns on the cusp of sunrise.
Fish swimming among glimmering water.
People standing in the rain with a smile brighter than the sun.
Hearts broken but beating to an off-tune melody.
Worlds not divided by hate and ones that are.
Beautiful gifts of death.
The many tragedies of life.
Tombstones worn beyond repair, names of the dead barely visible.
Their eyes screaming that they're dying but their mouths says they're fine.
Broken headphones that play only the sweetest tones.
There is—
A world that is filled with beauty, even if it's found in the destroyed.
A person who has been broken so much that they find this beauty.
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Raindrop Thoughts
PoetryRain is the way the earth cleans herself of the sins committed upon her flesh. ~~~ My third poetry collection. When The Blood Ran Black was my first one, Let Me Show You The Night is my second one, and this is the third installment. I know, I know...
