An Ode To Sunsets and Rain
You ask us to search for
Recurring themes
And I do
But in my own way.
For I am of the wild
Of the outside
Always looking in
Like the back of a picture frame
And I see things that hide.
I see the rain
I see the sunsets
I see the drip and drop
Of every single echo of a storm
And I hear the beating and fluttering
Of every living creature's heart
I know not to underestimate
Not to take for granted
Only to coexist
Beside what is simply theirs
So this is an ode
To sunset and rain
And all that lends me their strength
In times of hopeless downpours
Copyright © Iris Blade | Year Posted 2017
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