I am a single raindrop falling among millions of others
Splitting the sky
A single shard of water gloss
Plotting the ground
Reverberating silently
And becoming swallowed by sky
Only to once again
Fall
But though I am quiet
My thoughts are loud
And sometimes I am loud
And I pour from the sky
Bringing a fresh air with me
So that you cannot help but study me
And I am called by voices, sounding voices
Chau bella
Goodbye beautiful
As I am brought back to the heights
Not to the Earth, but heading up, up
Because my thoughts, my dreams, my stories
Belong there
I am not of the ground tribe
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Micaela I absolutely love this. I agree with you--living in the clouds is more fun.
See you este fin de semana.
What does este fin de semana mean?
This Weekend...? Mom translated. I love your Spanish, I don't understand your Spanish...It sounds nice. I'm reading this book called Bloomability by Sharon Creech. Dinnie is taken to Switzerland, learning Italian at a school for kids from all around the world. She becomes friends with a a kid who speaks fluent Italian. He shouts out, "Viva, Libero"...etc. "Isn't is such the best?" he asks. Seeing you will be such the best.
Micaela
Micaela-your poems are so fun to read. They bring me smiles during these long nights to homework. You are refreshing.
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