It rained in Rome but when the sun came out it seemed fresh like a city made new and the ruins glimmered reminding me that nothing lasts forever not cities not kingdoms not rainstorms. xx Atticus
It rained in Rome
but when the sun came out
it seemed fresh
like a city made new
and the ruins glimmered
reminding me
that nothing lasts forever
not cities
not kingdoms
not rainstorms.
xx Atticus