The pitter-patter of the rain droplets,
That fall to the ground.
They know the end is near.
Yet, they cannot do anything to stop it.
They breathe it in,
Brace themselves for what is to come.
With no regrets,
Against inevitability.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
⭐ S a c c h a r i n e . ⭐
Poesía"Maybe the purpose of life, Isn't a definite aim, But, to stumble upon a place, That numbs your pain" ✒Copyrights © 2017 to @LittleMissSunshinine of Wattpad. ✒*Highest rank - 10 in poetry on 6/6/17. * First Place Winner of...
