Is it possible to drown in rain,
to lift your face toward the clouds,
mouth agape, let the droplets
puddle, flood your lungs?
Your love will be the death of me—
already I’m sinking in rising waters.
—Nortina
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Is it possible to drown in rain,
to lift your face toward the clouds,
mouth agape, let the droplets
puddle, flood your lungs?
Your love will be the death of me—
already I’m sinking in rising waters.
—Nortina
A wonderful poem!
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Thanks for reading! 🙂
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