A drop of rain, so small and pure,
Falling gently, a gift from azure.
From heavens high, it takes its flight,
A tiny messenger of nature's might.
It kisses the earth with a tender touch,
Quenching the thirst of flowers and such.
It dances on leaves, a joyful dance,
Bringing life to every plant's stance.
From the sky to the ground it descends,
On its journey, it mends and amends.
It joins a river, a stream, a brook,
Adding its voice to nature's book.
Though small in size, its impact grand,
Nourishing life across the land.
A drop of rain, a symbol of new life.
In its embrace, we find our place.
About the Creator
MARIJK
I love poetry, I draw my inspiration from the beauty of nature, the complexities of relationships, and the deep whispers of the soul. If you like my work support it by leaving a small tip. https://buy.stripe.com/28o6pA3QwaMpgHS3cc
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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