I listen to the rain.
Droplets dripping,
Diving off
Clouded cliffs like gods.
Driving into
The ground like bombs.
All are met with arms open wide,
To dissolve into her bosom.
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A Small Book of Life
PoetryPoems for all the happenings in life, great or small, good or bad. As with life itself, a work very much in progress.
