RAINDROP/SUNDROP (GRASSWORLD/RAINWORLD) by Robert Garcia - HTML preview

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Waking up on the bed

The sun blinds me

It’s so early in the morning....

How come we feel so melancholy?

Was there a way

To grasp our separation?

Was there a way

To put us back together?

Was there a way

To realize what we were missing?

Could we put our emptiness back together?

Forget it

I’m sure

We’ll meet again

Someday, my friends....

Somehow, we had been reborn

We were resurrected from life

We were resurrected from death

And now we are here....

By ourselves

We wonder

Will it ever be enough?

The garage door

In front of the home we know

It opens

Running outside,

The sun reflects

Off the concrete

And we see our park