Droplets

Posted on by Mikki Hood

you can feel it in the air

before it dears to come

you can smell it from afar

it all becomes glum

it smells like a spring night

it sounds like poverty

you know when it’s coming

because you feel your liberty

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Published by Mikki Hood

Growing up I got to see the world through more than one window, in time I found I couldn’t go back to just the one. I fell in love with the many ways things are perceived. I just want to put some of them out there.

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