when they ask you why you love
the rain, the ocean, the river,
tell them
it is because
unlike the people
who should have loved you better,
the water was never afraid
to touch you;
even when you were
at your most
damaged and broken.
by Nikita Gill
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random poems
Poetry•°. *࿐ a collection of random poems some are written by myself and some of it are my own favourite poems
