
I see rain. The color of the sky, the wind is rustling my mind. And that’s when the wind picks me up off the ground and takes me where I've always wanted to go. Home.
I see rain. The color of my mind, the wind is rustling in the sky. And that’s when the wind puts me down on the ground in the streets of an unfamiliar place. The rain masks the tears on my face. Just let me go home.
I see rain. The color of my mind's eye, the color of the sky in my mind. That's when the wind whisks me away, and I see something I've never seen before. Him.
I see him. The color of my inspiration, my imagination; my destination. Then I'm home.
About the Creator
Seth
Seth !
Lvl 20 !
It/fog/he !
Mostly poetry inspired :)

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