The Imaginary Kingdom (Poem #1)
Life, a simple illusion, illusion a simple life, twisted into a lucid dream, where things aren't what they seam when shadows fall upon reality, imagination takes reign, raindrops become instruments, the mountains a choir, the forests the band, the
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**story** raindrops dripped from the leaves of an acai plant as a light rain misted a sleeping forest. everything was silent except for the sounds of the raindrops and the occasional low rumblings off in the distance.
Invane: Total Messes
The raindrops from the ceiling above us. "anyone got a chair?" i exclaimed, turning my attention towards the two wolves who was helping one another get up onto their feet.
Lonely Oak Chapter 79
"raindrop. r-a-i-n--d-r-o-p. raindrop." _go-go--goren!_ "nevermind..." \* \* \* "james, please spell: rubble." "rubble. r-u-b-b-l-e. rubble." "correct; lyza," the rabbit stood, the mic already in her hand. "please spell: finicky." she blinked.
My Mind
raindrops pat against the glass and create the orchestral piece that calms the storms of my mind. it hides the tears when i cry and hinders the thoughts i'd had previously.
Scrap: Electricity
As the charge built, the air began to taste metallic and discharges could be seen between raindrops. small spheres of electricity formed in alex's paws and began to grow, with sparks arcing between his fingers.
Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Jen
Her ode is the fabled "raindrop jingle," although lemon drops and gum drops have yet to join her repertoire. perhaps, one day, when she upgrades her snowflock, we will see drops of all flavors diving alongside the frosting.
False Wildness
Work sucks bleh raindrops like tears, slide down the road. carefully trimmed plants strain with all the strength of earth's lament against the cage of man's design.
Storm of Heart and Spring
I can hear the mighty voice of the clouds rumbling throughout the land as i lay there in a bed of flowers enjoying their sweet scent that escapes between the raindrops.
Rain in The meadows (Twokinds snippet)
As she wrestled with this, the light flickered and moved through a crack in the glass frying a few raindrops on the way out. then it hovered quietly in the air, like a trapped animal let out of its cage for the first time. oh. magic.
Kobold in a field (Otherwise Untitled)
With the arrival of raindrops, it was safe to cry. none would be able to see her tears, and the dull rumble of thunder in the distance would drown out her sobs.
Eternal Rain
Standing within the lukewarm raindrops which do not cease, i feel my will, and even the strength to live fade because of your tears someday, the value of everything will begin to look cruel, and so, i pray to the setting sun...