Rain in my cupA Poem by Stephanie This is about finding beauty in the earths special things. As I walk outside a small drop of rain falls in my cup. The beautiful nature wants to infuse me with love.
When I drink the gift of the Lord, I cant help but think, dirt will fill my pores.
I continue to sip and my brain begins to twirl. A small piece of paper and Creativity begins to whirl.
Why am I intrigued by this drop that hit my cup? Why such a small happening to fill my head up?
Clearly this isnt just a nonchalant thing. I have become become obsessed with earths special things.
The beauty of nature; so graceful and pure. I always look past it, but today it seems a cure.
© 2014 StephanieAuthor's Note
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StephanieCamp Lejeune, NCAboutHello I am Stephanie. I am a Corpsman in the Navy. I am Stationed at Camp Lejeune and I have found that the only way to keep myself sane is through writing. One day I hope to be a public speaker about.. more..Writing
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