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Rain and Pour
hands held tight, face pale white;
it was this time.
I wanted to Cry
this breath
hammering
my head
tormenting my being this heart beat.
it's been long since the Rains have stopped
Drops
still
trickle
down me.
these memories dried sticky honey
sweet not irritating
Water and Tear are same
it's just
salt
that marks the
difference.
Pour water
dried Fertile land
Water needed
Pour water
new plants will Grow
Pour water
filling the two
buckets of my eyes
I irrigate water
New plants will Grow
after water
I pour water
p
o
u
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Visually appealing. It looks as if the entire poem had water trickling down to the floor. Great write. Keep up the writing!
My favorite lines:
"these memories dried sticky honey
sweet not irritating
Water and Tear are same
it's just
salt
that marks the
difference."