It's funny how everyone has their own fates,
Like the unsynchronized pitter patter of rain.
It's a magnificent master piece actually,
All colors mixed in one canvas, overflowing with unique beauty.
Our hands full of glitter and possibilities,
We hold our own planets and galaxies.
We dance around our own orbits,
Revolving our own interests.
We're magnificent creatures.
We have our own futures.
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
