Posted in Originals, Poetry, Reflections

Sometimes I love dramatized randomness | Wet mountains and me

Sometimes the sun dances for me on the walls
A dying cigarette wilts out grey snow in dark alleys
Plastered walls store up rains in green mosses
And out blooms a beautiful yellow flower, just for me
Sometimes the clouds embrace me in their windy arms
The street light becomes the spotlight as I dance
A puddle bows down to welcome my splashing feet
And tiny insects fight the rain just to watch me move
Sometimes I dance for nobody and yet for everybody
Out in the streets, all alone but one with the universe
I spread my arms and fill my lungs with breaths of bliss
But all you ever say is I love dramatized randomness



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