The Mist
I wish to feel cool rain cascading down me. Luke-warm droplets clouding faces of miserable days to refresh moments like these.
I wish to feel cool rain falling from the nimbostratus. Coming together as dwindling stars sparkling through the royal-blue firmament.
I long to feel the cool rain falling from the endless canopy. Swirling about dancing youths' 'round the jubilee.
I pine for cool drizzles, splashing faces of withered souls searching for answers.
I hunger for calm beads of mist. I strive to reach out to you under the covers as I sway in this Venus land of rain!
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Poetry
FanfictionJust a bunch of poems I'm putting out to you guys. Like em or not, whatever.