The first poem I wrote in sixth grade English class, when I was 10 years old


The raindrop

If I were a raindrop
I would slowly fall to the ground below
Smoothly I would slowly fall with other raindrops
We would merge and be symbions
again the raindrop dissolves and is reborn
A fresh sent would hang suspended in the air
The raindrop never dies.


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