The First Raindrops
(Taste like sugar and lemon).
By Laura JiménezPublished 7 years ago • 1 min read
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I feel the need to welcome myself to the realm of beginnings
Where the air is as pure as the purest linen sheet,
Where there is a view of an infinite white field of quiet feelings.
Every step I take draws a melody on the floor,
The sound of my breath is translated into a stream of colour.
My thoughts, heavy with ink, start dripping all over the landscape.
And the white field is not white anymore.
Now, every beginning ends with a raindrop.
Yes, a raindrop marks the beginning of the end.
The end of the whiteness inside your mind;
The exercise of creation that begins.
So,
Begin.
About the Creator
Laura Jiménez
Translator and literature enthusiast (hopefully, soon-to-be published author!).
Looking forward to sharing my ideas with the Vocal community.
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