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  • Writer's pictureSimon Templar

Rain Drops

At each stride of giving love the anticipation of receiving eats at us. It is not that we do not want to give without receiving. It is rather that deep in our hearts is a void we hope one day will be filled with want by someone. We look forward in our imaginations to the a loving face that gravity-bends from the glow and smile that permeates from within their soul and out the pores of their skin.

Like a rain drop that falls off the ceiling for hours, agonizing our inner peace from the redundant ugly clunk sound when it lands, we agonize from the silence from not hearing the boomerang of her voice as we give day in and day out: searching for love, its sound, and its pulse.

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