The leaf lay there
Waiting for its rain drop
At the edge
Of a window sill.
Parched,
It swallowed hard
The stillness;
Stillness of air
Of silence
Of motion
Of Life.
Waiting for its rain drop
At the edge
Of a window sill.
Parched,
It swallowed hard
The stillness;
Stillness of air
Of silence
Of motion
Of Life.
The leaf lay there
Crouched,
Waiting for its rain drop
At the edge
Of the window, now sealed.
Crouched,
Waiting for its rain drop
At the edge
Of the window, now sealed.
The152Girl 
Lovely!
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likes!
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Really nice 🙂
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