The Red ShowsA Poem by Primula Goldworthy
Drip, drop.
Drip, drop. It falls. Falls with surprise. Falls with pain. Can be seen everywhere. To the low of the ground. To the high of the sky. All of this shows..... It drips. And it drops. And it falls. What can we see when it falls? Pain. Pain in none. Pain in some. Pain in all.
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1 Review Added on October 27, 2016 Last Updated on October 27, 2016 AuthorPrimula GoldworthyAboutI am 22 and love to write creatively. I love reading fantasy books like The Hobbit and Harry Potter. Not a lot of people I know are interested in the things I like so finding a site like this helps me.. more..Writing
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