{inspired by Rabindranath Tagore}
The rain that patters
Against a hundred umbrellas;
Rainbows of canvas
Walking down the street.
They make me wonder,
At the clouds and thunder,
The filtered sunlight,
Plastic shoes, wet feet.
The wind runs its fingers
Through my tangled hair;
It replaces the knots
It tries to undo;
And all around,
Life undoes its knots;
For a thing only crumbles
To be built anew.
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Kindness and Confetti
RandomIn which we explore the multicoloured mind of 'the girl with the boring face'. A place where I set aside all diplomacy and tact and empty my thoughts through poetry. A coping mechanism for the sensory overload that is High School and College. Enjoy...
