Rain hits the pavement with no mercy, creating rivers along the sidewalks; the sky dark, relentless.
It's daunting to think that sunshine even exists somewhere else. Like, it's a thing at all. I know I've seen it before, but maybe that was just some illusion I was able to muster up in my mind. The warmth I felt on my skin was just part of the trip.
How I wish I could picture that now.
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Poetry Book 3
Poetrythird poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...
