By clinging together,
raindrops resist
at the edge
of the cliff,
the abyss,
at the border between
life
and the cracking brown
that begs for tears
to re-quench
what has already been
drowned:
concrete, manmade.
How futile it is to keep
watering the pain.
Green and blue
reflect and infuse,
ever so gently pull
toward better use:
decide instead
to feed growth
and desert these looping
barren roads.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Beautiful 💕
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So beautiful, Laura~the picture and the words are perfect together. Much love 💗
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