Watch the rain
Bead on the glass
Down to the window pane
The dew fresh on the grass
When the first light shines through
Thwe birds chirp a new tune
The surface trailed with morning dew
Fed by a spoon
The the grey skies
The earth sleeps peacefully
When the light dies
YOU ARE READING
The Hard Truth
PoesíaHeres the truth Look if you dare once your in your here to stay the truth will conquer you in every possible way -JUSTIC3
