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
My lips are sealed with The caulk of deaf ears. Born for this. Lessons to be learned as chapters Turned Over, like how to read our bodies ...