Rain, an exercise in blank verse...
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gardening among the rocks | Posted:
Fri May 02, 2008 5:49 pm
The joyous, carefree child, May, awash in bitter tears,
Her locks hung with bedraggled blooms, bowing with their burden
Below the persistent, unyielding, relentless curtain.
Birds sing flat notes that beat the ground, unheeded and unheard,
Heavy-lidded eyes watch... and wait... and wonder ...
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