on the day where there is no sky but rain
i become
an island in the sun.
drenched faces,
part rain,
part sweat…
but mostly tears
greet me around every corner.
i want to open my umbrella ~
but that would be impolite.
so i listen to humans’ heavy rains…
and smile, secretly
inside.
i love the rain…
just not
self-produced…
and on
every. single. face.
good luck
trying to drown the island.
That’s a very knowing poem.
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Thank you 🙂
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Hmm…this is quite evocative. I like the persona’s voice. It’s a sweet combination of the abstract and real world.
Keep writing. You’re talented.
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why thank you 🙂
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