#391-Dream drops
26/08/2018
I’ve waited.
For nothing.
I’m drying.
Clouds are appearing.
But looks are deceiving.
Dreams drift on clouds.
Then land on the ground.
Sleep.
Germinate.
Grow.
Then evaporate,
Floating away,
Looking down,
For wandering souls,
Begging,
For raindrops.
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