Drip, dripping down from the sky
Perhaps the sky is sad
That it has no one to play with
Or maybe it's trying to make the plants feel better
The weather has been dry lately
You give up so much for so little
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Confused Days
Poetry~ Confusion helps when I'm sad. It takes my mind off it. I drift off to sleep, And all I see is darkness ~ Poems that I can't find homes for ~ 'Days' series updated every two days
