Drip drop
Rain drops plop
On the ground
Staring
I can't stop
Down they fall
Tiny, small
Splatter, gone
Destroyed
Out I call
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365 days of Ashes
PuisiOne poem a day for the next 365 days. This is my 2017 in two books and 365 poems Some poems are narratives of my life and thoughts, others are complete nonsense; figuring out which is which is the best part.
