How’s She?

“How’s she?”

“She is like a snowflake drying on land,

Like the last rain drop of the season,

Like a water bubble freezing in snow,

Like a wild flower withering in debris,

Like a wave rising against the break of dawn,

Like the moon peeking out of clouds,

Like the rain stubborn against the Sun, 

Like everything I’ve loved, love me back.”

Love,
Prerana