raindrops. cascading down through the air, being reintroduced with an ancient hello, with a forgotten goodbye. a chance at a new bringing as they droplets dance gracefully. making the puddle react as if a glorious skirt was spinning around a Sprite and dance free of fear, retribution, and persecution. free of worry and showing what is within the minds eye, show ing a giving forgiveness on the purest level
the sound the droplets make against the glass is lovely.
its gentle, when it hits the ceiling its rough and forceful, full of passion and silent strength.
something that contradicts itself in a gorgeous way.
watching the droplets get larger on the window. the coolness of the water creeps in and makes my skin cool, cool enough to feel but not enough to shiver.
they collect on the glass, looking like jewels that belong in the most intricate crowns.
the pavement shines, it's beautiful as it reflects the the light, pure and delicate. it doesn't overwhelm my pupils and cause tears, I can look at it with the rapt awe without pain. the trees blow, swaying slightly, as if they dance,
they dance beautifully in response to the wind blowing and guiding the diamonds within the sky
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Metamorphasize
PoetryThis is a collection of poems written as a way to control a person's feelings; originally they were never intended to be seen by human eyes. This is written from the point of view of someone who struggles with emotional turmoil but feels they cannot...
