Wet
My first ever attempt at prose...
I can hear raindrops
Falling
soaking dry earth
with moisture
Calming
the wind picks up
throws itself
against the cherry tree
howls around our house
But
I am warm, dry
those raindrops
are not
Falling
on me.
I can hear raindrops
Falling
soaking dry earth
with moisture
Calming
the wind picks up
throws itself
against the cherry tree
howls around our house
But
I am warm, dry
those raindrops
are not
Falling
on me.
posted by Lydie at
10:47 pm
2 Comments:
Well, as a rule, I don't like that style of poetry. But as it goes, I quite like your one here.
Bring back the green! I preferred your old Blog template, it was most tranquil!
But I like polka dots! Anyway, I was getting a bit tired of the green...
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