Raindrops, filled with potential and wonder. They seem to go every where yet they are never truly free.
To fall into nothingness after a grand adventure. To travel with brothers and sisters, growing in size. Yet they only fast fall back to a dark dirty demise.
Life is the clouds and I am a raindrop, filled with life and chance. Yet I am not in control, and my only choice is to fall and repeat, fall and repeat.
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Raindrops
PoetryFeeling down so made this, not my usual optimistic stuff but its something. Sorry its short.
