EvieC

In the car, I sit..
Looking out the window...
Bored.
Then it started to rain,
I looked at the small raindrops on the window,
They looked so beautiful and perfect...

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The air was cold and the wind blew harshly as we walked along the bridge.

All the paths were slippery from the snow and rain that fell the other day.

We walked some more until we got to a river, we decided to walk across it.

"Don't leave the clouds."
That's what they all say.
But I wonder...
What is so bad about the things that are in the outside world?

However...

The sunrise,
a beautiful thing.
It's as if the horizon is breaking free,
as if it's like the earth and the sun are star-crossed lovers,
always close yet so far apart.
The feeling is ...
like an embrace,

“Hope is the thing with feathers / That perches in the soul, / And sings the tune without the words, / And never stops at all.”

"Hope is a thing with featers."