Reclaiming Raindrops
Tracing Memories in the Rain
Two minutes of quiet in the car,
Raindrops dance on the window's glass,
No romance lingers in the air,
Just her, reclaiming a lost past.
Her fingers follow the raindrops' trail,
Softly tracing memories she once knew,
In the silence, she finds herself,
A childhood dream finally coming true.
About the Creator
Whispers of romance
I create. I feel. I write what lingers.
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Lovely 😍