Whisper Of A Drop - Poem by Brianna Woomer
I am always stored up in a cloud with others
I fall screaming thinking of death
Sometimes hitting the ground
Sometimes hitting the glass
I feel alone...
As I fall
What will happen
I fall into a puddle becoming one...
One happy family
But I am not
I want a friend to find
But I am the only one in the pale blie sky
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