The Cycle
A raindrop strikes the window
thrown from a helpless cloud
a silent thud
Losing its grip it begins to fall
a trail left behind
a residue like shadow
A puddle forms at the sill of the window
collecting dust and debris
waves rustle through it
Light reaching from the new heavens
the puddle dissipates
and the drop returns back
to its helpless cloud
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I write because it's how I speak to the world.
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Synopsis
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I am writing 1 poem every day for an entire year and then publishing the book!
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