"rain"
- and the moon speaks again
- Jun 30, 2021
- 1 min read
The waves rise and fall
and thunder sounds
while rain patters against the window;
the clouds remind us of our place
under the atmosphere
and the darkness shows how we
are not alone
so I sip my tea and the black cat calls,
the books I read
and the water I feel on my flesh
allow my visions of yesterday
to come to fruition
as the paper falls.
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