The Brown Eyed Dreamer

'Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.' William Wordsworth

Raindrop’s Revival

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I like to walk in streets of rain,
When droplets gently prod my skin,
Slipping down collars along spine,
Cold streams tracing icy lines.
Shivers escape from between blue lips,
As golden sun escapes eclipse,
Shafts of light pour through darkened cloudy clots,
Lift my head, heavy with darkened cloudy thoughts,
Towards horizons where hope still survives,
A brief reminder, I am alive.

Author: tinygirltravels

Just a short girl from Northern Ireland who's caught the travel bug!

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