Amorous Read Count : 121

Category : Poems

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   Staying hopeful in the shower of rain. I'm still wandering in the envious. Wishing to be one with the raindrops. Hoping they'll accept my human being. "Today is tomorrow" They said to me.
      "Oh my," I say and cry. "when do we fall from this cloudy sky?" They don't say a word to me and tip~toe down. Down into the pit. All of them fall together from the cloud forming what I have to admit. A blue but a clear colour of rain. All of them falling from the heavens they once remained. 
       It feels glorious as it even looks. My heart and soul caught by its imaginary hook. The beautiful aroma is pleasant. Filling the tears of me, a peasant. I want to be one with the sparks of the drenching water.
      The amorous has flipped me like a quarter. Heads or tails? I just chose heads because the drizzles are helping my mind heal. As if I'm saying the rain has me head over heels. I love the raindrops. Yes, I do.
       Amorous though it feels. Mixing with my teardrops I now reveal. This is my hope. The rain has yet to let go. Because they know I, the peasant. The human being hopes, that is envy, be just like them....
        I will call this "Amorous" because there is the love inside my heart seeking the envy to be one with the joyful splashes of rain.
    

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  • omg i love it.. good job

    Apr 07, 2018

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