Always breathing. Always learning. Always searching. Always dreaming.
Sitting
I heard
The droplets fall
Filling the space with clean, with fresh, with new
Standing
She felt
The droplets spray
Filling the space with gray, with sick, with despair
Kneeling
He watched
The droplets run
Filling the space with red, with defeat, with death
Tori Burris Inkley
7/21/20
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