why the rain tastes sweet even when it is coldA Poem by highonwords
with you,
i see the lightning cracks in the sky more clearly, but i run away and hide from thunder i could better smell the air become musky, or sweet or become the purest oxygen, i taste the rain, and could tell if it is recycled or leftover rain from years of endless drought, i do not transform into trees that bend with the wind, a gnome that knows where all the pot of gold is hidden, or when the first drops of rain would come dripping from sullied windows, i do not become a heroine with tunnel vision, yet the world takes on a spin without me, without me falling into a purple haze, everything is not sound, not safe all the time, like the mouths of rivers that fall into seas that become oceans, with you, islands are still islands, alone out there a rose is still a rose, that will wither without water and i am still a simple girl, eyes and a heart and a mind of her own, i could hear myself between breaths, saying somehow, it all makes sense, i make sense and i am more alive © 2015 highonwordsReviews
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3 Reviews Added on October 8, 2015 Last Updated on October 8, 2015 AuthorhighonwordsAboutNOTE: Formerly my pen-name on this site is letterhead, but since i also have an account on DeviantArt, with a different pen-name, which is highonwords (stephanie) - i am going to use highonwords here .. more..Writing
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