Written by Emily Harstone | April 7, 2017
The rain reflects who I am.
Rain would leave no tracks.
This time, I will not blink.
Contemplating the rain in the rain.
The rain and river becon me.
No protection against tears already shed.
The water rises as it falls.
The water advanced beneath his umbrella.
Will my soul ever smile again?
Aimlessly wandering as my soul expires.
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The rain reflects who I am.
Rain would leave no tracks.
This time, I will not blink.
Contemplating the rain in the rain.
The rain and river becon me.
No protection against tears already shed.
The water rises as it falls.
The water advanced beneath his umbrella.
Will my soul ever smile again?
Aimlessly wandering as my soul expires.