annnnnnd i—oop

[keya]

you fell from the nimbostratus,
at first a single drop that kissed the lips of the river-creek

the more you fell,
the more stirred the smooth surface became,
and i could only speak to you through the ripples

perhaps we were too naive,
waiting for the sun to break through
but there is beauty in pain,
and i would be lying if i said i never watched you with envy
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