10 thoughts on “Smear of Sparkle

  1. Standing under a window, he felt that one rain drop that begins
    Deluge. Umbrella in hand, he left it sheathed, wanting to look up
    Into the eye of the storm setting sight to dampen his reminder
    Of life spent dry, inside walls that closed like a vice around him.
    Eyes open, each drop fell on his tongue like silver glitter sparkling.

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