Writing Space
Now I know why everything turns grey, but it's our own world we paint
Sunday, November 05, 2017
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rain droplets cling to railings
as if they were dreams
catch them as they fall
atop deft fingertips
still unbalanced with ease
but with precision and care
they can stay there
and if you're lucky
you may
share this dream
with another
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