Siren song drifts up to meet the clouds, raining down in jewels of greenery.
There's music in that exact moment when all is silent, and you hear the rain begin to fall — softly, so softly, until it builds into a crescendo.
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First Time In Poetry
PoetryWhenever I become sad and quiet, I write poetry to converse with my friend, @DreamariaFlow, so I can tell her how I feel whenever I become sad.
