Sounds of rain
tell things new
even indoors when
I don't see rain
even in solitude
thoughts of you
come to me like
sounds of rain
sounds of rain
what else can do?
nearly nothing
maybe a drain
even in solitude
no is it true?
you come to me
in sounds of rain
Devoted exclusively to the creative process. Here you will see photojournaling, poetry, prose, an occasional review--journaling or philosophical writing can be found on our other blogs. This is our attempt to use our imaginations. Enjoy!
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5 comments:
i really love the crispness of d lines n ofcourse d sounds of rain...;-)
short yet very sweet...
This is beautiful. Thank you, David.
Hey David, can't tell u how nice it is to have you here. I remember you commented on one of my stories on caferati...Blue Women, i think...i go by another name there...
You are the hero...so welcome (although i'm more of a guest here)...
yuuz guyz are entirely too kind;
(Oreen, I don't seem quite to recall abt. Blue Women, ah well)--
thanks again En--
hat-tips, d.i.
Hey, David. Thanks for being here. We love you!
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