How does it feels to walk beneath the heavy clouds and pretend that you're enjoying every droplets of a rain? It feels good, doesn't it?
As if the coldness and splashes do not drag your thick-skin down; as if your deep thoughts will submerge into the droplets of water, and then everything gets alright.
It's not like that dear, please come back to your senses and grab your umbrella with you. Know that you can always come home no matter how rainy or stormy your life was. The sunshine that you've been sighting for is waiting for you to warm the heavy baggages you carry inside of you, and to pull you back from the direction of dark abys. Your rainbow of hopes, is about to arise. At the moment, feel the warmth, my darling.
—PrettyMira18
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A Poetry of Emotions
PoetryIT'S NOT ABOUT WHAT A WRITER SAYS. IT'S ABOUT HOW A WRITER SAYS IT, TO MAKE A READERS UNDERSTAND IT.
