Once upon a time,
the rain, in tight round rhyme
blew and spilled a lake
in my cupped hands,
sayin’: “Throw me a look!”
I did and sailed to the lands
in the distance.
When I awoke all soaked
the end of the pier had cloaked
itself around my feet. In a dance
of the stringy rain.
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Photo : CHATTY OWL ~ http://chattyowl.com/
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