The Rain,
It slices down my cheek,
And blazes a path into the core of my heart.
It wells in my eyes, pools of anticipation and dread, That move so slowly, mixing with salt and blood
Until they fall; a single drop on the windswept landscape.
Sarah D. with Alex Beven
It slices down my cheek,
And blazes a path into the core of my heart.
It wells in my eyes, pools of anticipation and dread, That move so slowly, mixing with salt and blood
Until they fall; a single drop on the windswept landscape.
Sarah D. with Alex Beven
1 comment:
Congratulations on your award for the poem, I think it is very expressive and well thought out.
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