The Dirt Beneath the Snow Even if the snow falls. Covering the soft green earth with its ashen dust, altering the ground. The earth fights back. Always evolving. Never devastating. Even if you come back to me I won’t. I won’t. ©Nathalie M. Viorato
The Memory of Rain the rain is warm now. I can feel it wet, sharp like acid trickling down frail, unprotected skin sliding into my eyes; every tear cries for you, every tear burns. ©Nathalie M. Viorato