They fall like raindrops on stones of deafness. Death comes, as they splat against hard surfaces and trickle, unnoticed and listlessly into dark crevices, lost forever in empty hollows. Others splash into depths of murky puddles of indifference and irrelevance. The droplets, crystal clear before impact, taint with filth and wash away into dire straits.
These are words and cries of the frustrated and distraught; drops of anguish and sadness. They fall like broken thoughts, wounded and faithless. They long for ears of endearment and reach for the rich soil of understanding and acceptance.
When was the last time you listened? Not like the stony paths and concrete edifices.
Listen and absorb like the cultivated soil. Soak up the raindrops and receive them into the depths of your fertile soul. Allow them passage into the well of clarity and the fountain of understanding. Join them with the waters of knowledge and forgiveness. See the clarity and brilliance of the raindrops. Accept their uniqueness and adhere to their lamenting.
Believe in their purity. Believe IN them. BELIEVE them.
Don’t let words fall carelessly by the wayside, to be forgotten. Please.
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