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short story

You're flying

over the city of your dreams,

like a butterfly.

It's the night.

You see all the lights

coming from the buildings.

You see a lot of people;

happy people...sad people.

You're trying to understand

their story

by watching them.

You can feel

what they're feeling

and you'd like to help the sad,

but also would like to be

with the happy ones.

It starts to rain.

Your clothes are getting

all soaked up.

But the rain is warm,

so you don't mind

being wet.

In the far

you see a little girl.

You are flying to her.

As closer you get

you're wondering

why she looks so familiar.

The rain stops

and you are almost at her.

The girl laughs,

but you can see

that she also has tears of sorrow

on her cheeks.

As you're landing in front of her,

you see why you know her.

She is you

and you remember,

why you were flying.

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Written by
jamie-lewis-alter-ego
Published
Jul 28, 2018
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Notes

not really a poem...more like a story. But it was on my mind and needed to get out.

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#story#rain#tears#sad#happy#girl#flying#emotions#mind
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