Rain
I watched a gentle drop of rainfall against my window pane
It sat there drying all alone
but alas, not for long
It was joined by a throng
and filled the skies
from soft brown eyes
Rain
I watched a gentle drop of rainPoetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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JULY | 0 | 06/28/2010 |
Morning After | 1 | 09/14/2009 |
Last Dance | 1 | 09/14/2009 |
Rain | 1 | 09/13/2009 |
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