Metaphor for 4/13/2013

I sip coffee with the rain of words coming down almost like a hailstorm, so bent on their objective that they don’t see the dents they make hammering in their perspective lost from the defense of something deeper, which they have lost sight of and flies in the distance uninterrupted by frozen material constructs of the mind’s rights and wrongs.                                         © Roseroberta

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