Rain
I watched a gentle drop of rainfall against my window pane
It sat there drying all alone
but alas, not for long
It was joined by a throng
and filled the skies
from soft brown eyes
Rain
I watched a gentle drop of rainPoetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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JULY | 0 | 06/28/2010 |
Morning After | 1 | 09/14/2009 |
Last Dance | 1 | 09/14/2009 |
Rain | 1 | 09/13/2009 |
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