Wither.A Poem by Kennedy TaylorAnd just like that the rain was gone, The puddles were the only thing that remained. They reminded me of the rain. How it fell so beautifully, How it spoke so softly, How it left without saying goodbye. All that remains now are the puddles, Until they too wither away in silence.© 2014 Kennedy Taylor |
StatsAuthorKennedy Taylorwashington, UTAboutI'm an 18 year old poet who still has no idea what he's doing with his life. more..Writing
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