she picked up a brick and weighed it in her hand.
the longer she held it, the more sore her arm became. she felt weak.
the girl took the brick and placed it delicately on the top of her pile. she stepped back and admired her work.
three tiny bricks stacked on top of each other.
staring at it, she became overwhelmed.
and oh, how the april showers came.
cold and heavy and they certainly never seem to end.
...but, eventually, they do.
she just has to wait for the flowers.
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escapril 2019
Поезіяescapril was created by the lovely savannah brown in which you write something, anything, every day of april inspired by the prompts. here is what i created. 🌷💐
