monsoons pour from my
eyes purging tributaries
then the rainbow comes
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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Comments (5)
☺️ Wonderful work Kristen! 👍
Love this, I firmly believe when it rains on your parade, be the rainbow, nice poem Kristen, 😊😊
Oh, I love the hopeful ending of this! So beautiful <3
Ah, the welcome rainbow. Beautiful work.
I love the hopefulness here