The sound of a click and a pop
the lid on the vitamalt glass bottle
And it's bubbly warm brown drink swims inside
I take a sip and a gulp content with a bittersweet taste on my tongue, while the rain and the dark white gray clouds, Form and pour outside the rooftop it hums with The sound of music ra i n-
I think of something to write anything just to say
But I don't have anything to say my mind is blank
A silent Quite river drumming to the beats of the rain and the howling wind m a y b e– I'll just listen too closely and take what the rain has to offer me, and that's peace just for a little moment a little while. Before chaos starts a war again in my head then my fingers will bleed with words easy unsaid.
-ashes poetry
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Clouds poetry
PoetryTo reach the sky is to fly and I hope someone can be Able to reach my poems. © copy rights by ashleyyololo 2022
