Poem: Going Against The Tide

Like a single drop of water

going against the tide,

Like the very first leaf touching the ground

during an early autumn’s night,


I feel utterly alone and strange,

something I can no longer hide.




Visual Art by Lorenzo Lanfranconi

1 Comment

  1. Reblogged this on Notes and commented:
    These raw emotions of her remind me of my own decade long lonely nights witnessing the first drop of a leaf during thpse autumn nights while enjoying my couple of minutes long visits to the same bench where I kissed someone first time.


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