Death of a RaindropA Poem by Winter of '97I think the title is conclusive(:From the heavens, Falling, Falling. Silently wishing for safety. Sounds rushing, closer, closer. The material black as night. Silently dying, bursting, bursting. Myself no longer whole. Concrete so cold, lying, lying. Paralyzed by fear. Somebody running, passing, passing. No hope of being saved. Nobody sees me, dying, dying. In the yellow of the morning. © 2012 Winter of '97Author's Note
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StatsAuthorWinter of '97AboutHey(: I'm fourteen years old and was born in New Zealand(: though im also a British citizen(: I love writing but can never seem to finish anything!! more..Writing
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