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My Silence

My Silence

Cadis Espinal Holguin

What is the first thought that comes to your mind when it’s pouring rain? Oh!! Rain fell on me, that was a dry husk of a man. Oh!! Rain fell on me, a pile of ashes coming from burning expectations. Oh!! Rain fell on me, a droughted man who can’t grow any seeds. As long as I have a few drops, I’ll be able to blossom, even in the hottest desert. Rain, I beg you, fall on me.

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