Heavy rainfall collides with my skin,
So cold, yet, so healing to the touch
I am flying
Above the Autumn trees,
Tearing my skin off
I am divine.
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Author:
Autumn (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 24th, 2022 23:02
- Comment from author about the poem: This is something that I wrote within seconds. Something just splurged out of me.
- Category: Spiritual
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