Without a care in the world, she walked through the rain as it poured ever so gently. Looking at the dark skies with a sad smile, she allowed the cold drops to devour her warm body; to capture her soul as it fell over her fragile skin. She felt like one with the rain, as her stories and theirs mixed in perfect harmony. This was a language that no other could understand, a language between the sky and her.
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Eunoia • Book Two
Poetrycurrently - regular, daily updates. ❝ 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓, 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 ❞ Book Two of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in the emotions of a young soul. ❝ 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 ❞ Author's note - All my works are C...
