Rain
Rain
So…
Upon my head
Drown my thought
Wash my sorrow
Water this drought
Until tomorrow
When I can
Get up again
See the sparrow
Without a doubt
Stand on the barrow
And sing out
Wings and heart out spread
So…
Rain
Rain
Rain
Rain
So…
Upon my head
Drown my thought
Wash my sorrow
Water this drought
Until tomorrow
When I can
Get up again
See the sparrow
Without a doubt
Stand on the barrow
And sing out
Wings and heart out spread
So…
Rain
Rain
I like this one.
And you are right — I’ve been busy working on “writings” and my book — and not so much work on poetry lately.
but I have more time on my hands very soon, so perhaps poetic inspiration will strike!
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I can’t wait to read your book!
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