Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

when it’s passed

my thoughts rain hard
knocking on the doors
of sidewalks and roads
dripping from traffic
lights and windowsills
rushing with rivers,
running down the arms
of the wind and trees
sunlight breaks through,
quiet, still, asleep


© Tiny Fawns, 2018

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