Hollow skies empty
rain onto the earth.
Feet plastered in mud
skin wet and ready
to grow.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA
Hollow skies empty
rain onto the earth.
Feet plastered in mud
skin wet and ready
to grow.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina