The sun rises
as the rain
falls
harder
breaking the dawn
with angry gray
For-
To:
day
Image By Jon Sullivan [Public domain] "Palm trees in the morning", via Wikimedia Commons.
“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Water Today, warm raindrops glass blurs, the blurry glassy, sharp sparkles sugar. Behind Evening, it was good. Leaves all turned into shadow...
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