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 © | Year Posted 2017

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November 14, 2017 at 8:26 AM
What an amazing piece of writing. There is always so much depth and feeling in your work. You say things that we think but never think to say aloud. Wonderfully done.
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November 15, 2017 at 9:49 AM
Thank you so much Chris! I always love your compliments, they never cease to make me smile. Have a wonderful day Chris!
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