Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Poetry Attempt

May 16, 2017

"The plants are dying.
So next time it rains, let's collect some water in a bucket.
The sink is too tired.
The bathtub too sad.
It rains. It weeps. I collect tears in a bucket.
I drizzle salt water rain over some succulents.
Not at first, but soon they wither.
I guess you can't cure sadness with sadness."

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