I left to wash my hands today
And rid myself of the sun's cruel rays
I walked into the strongest waves
No one saw, so I couldn't be saved
The water rose up from my knees
Until it began to fill my cheeks
Salt in my lungs, I couldn't breathe
And by then at last my hands were clean
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Rain Clouds
PoetrySimple poems, each with a story just behind them. ••• This book will be updated whenever I write a new poem worth posting. I draw inspiration either from my own complicated emotions, or sometimes even stories I've created in my mind. I suppose only...
