Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I write. And maybe someone will read and find a flower among these weeds.
Saturday 7 July 2012
softly softly softly
softly softly softly the rain is falling
on the leaves gathering
in puddles in the shade by
their feet barely
visible the raindrops fall softly
softly softly
a cloud has descended
inseparable
dusk
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