Teardrops
Made of ink,
Born from an ocean,
Are falling
To the ground,
Covered in sheets
Of white paper.
Each sheet
Catches a different drop,
Witnesses
That are yet
Too fragile
To drown you,
Too solid
To be forgotten,
Waves that are
Not strong enough
To reach the shore.
So the sheets
Keep dancing like leaves
In the wind,
Waiting for the rain
To come.
Copyright Sophie Aduial 2017
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Sophie Aduial
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