I lay in the grass, it tickles my cheek softly with the warm breeze. I start to feel drops of water falling, one on my forehead, one on my arm.
The dark clouds set in again, I sit up with a sigh as the rain begins to immerse me.
I could stand up and leave, but it isn’t that easy, it never has been.
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meganr921 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A poem I wrote not too long ago, just thought I’d share it in hopes of others relating in some way
- Category: Sad
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When you dip into the reality of existence, casting off conditioning, the pleasure and strangeness is something to experience for within that is reality itself.
If this chimes, you are one of rare breed.
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