Millions [Poetry]

whispering blossoms

whispering blossoms

april15twenty18

from the rafters, we heard voices unlike anything we'd ever heard before. delicate and woven, interconnected with all of the thoughts and scars left on the universe, a blemished and beautiful skin.

the wind moaned with despair that night, for it knew that the storm was relentless. for the storm beat upon the earth with a cool smoothness comparable to a marble cheek.

we rippled with the teardrops, leaving marks where nobody would look. we left so many clues, and still nobody cared to solve us.

now as the blankets pile high, and there are an infinite amount of determined grinding of teeth moments as there are tears, I lay in wait for the rainfall to pelt upon me.

for we are all the earth, and nothing else.