Get caught up in the rain.
It seems
the sky has a sense
of yearning
a talent for longing.
The comforting mountains
the lovelorn landscape
we tear apart
taking pieces of ourselves
with it
to the sea.
The silence of the heart
when in awe.
When out of myself.
Hear. See. Be not.
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