If the rain falls for the ground every single time
Despite the ground being its usual hard self
Then by all means, fall
Because you are where my thirst has been quenched
The rock has been so alone and hard and cold
Among other rocks in this gray world
But through rain's consistency
The rock has split and allowed some life to grow forth
Through the days always getting water
The rock turning to soil as the days pass
After some time relenting
For a flower of love to blossom
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Poems By A Lonely Cloud
PoetryJust poems. For my project. At least at first. Now its poems, an outlet for my thoughts and feelings at the current time. Thought its utterly confusing, I understand what im writing and I see myself grow through this. How I mature. Although im still...
