asgard_seven
I wrote this poem a couple of years ago when I was suffering from depression. Not the best, but one of the best poems I've ever written.
Rain. As it falls it catches the sun becoming a million rainbows of water. It lands, caressing the ground like little glistening drops of dew until it rolls. Rolls and joins other little drops of color and mixes all together. Then the rain is no longer rain. It has gone through life in a dream; beautiful. And when the life is spent it is no longer rain. No. No longer rain, but only water.
My, that was wonderful. I loved how it was so very descriptive and how I could almost feel as though I was the droplet. However, it kind of lacks a noticeable deeper meaning. Or maybe I'm just slow, I'm sorry! Either way, it's very well written. Good job!
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