Rain Pelts…


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The rain, so real, against my skin.

Damp reminders of…

Where I have and have not been.

Timber, askew from a soggy past.

Stray and lost, falling like broken glass.

I sit…

Transfixed by what is so common.

A life that can easily be forgotten.

The rain pelts against fairer days.

Wild the bird standing in weather’s woody ways.

I sit…

Transfixed by what is so common.

A life that can easily be forgotten.skin 2

 

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