Rain Could Turn to Gold
Desire is unquenchable.
By MariTi LovellPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
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Still your thirst would not be slake.
She got her scar from a survived suicide attempt.
He was supposed to jump with her but he was afraid to die.
He watched her fall and didn't reach to help.
He walked away leaving her for dead.
But she lived
Damaged, scarred, hesitant,
but Alive
And even more she understood;
Up goes down, right goes left.
In and out, opposites and parallels.
She lived
Death tasted cold and bitter.
Life warm and sweet.
Light birthed from the pit of Darkness.
And Darkness was precious because of it.
She embraced it all.
She had no fear.
She lived
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About the Creator
MariTi Lovell
A magician with words, traveling the Universe looking for new words to describe my adventures.
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