Tears In Rain by Rosemary J. Gwaltney
What is it about tears
In rain
Those gray shadows casting
Dampened spirits
Across a lamplit street
Forging fingerprints
On oil-slick puddles
What is it about rain
In tears
Stretching ghostly hands
Through a city park
From skeleton trees
Your voice echoing
In the wind
In rain
Those gray shadows casting
Dampened spirits
Across a lamplit street
Forging fingerprints
On oil-slick puddles
What is it about rain
In tears
Stretching ghostly hands
Through a city park
From skeleton trees
Your voice echoing
In the wind
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i like it very much coz it is remain about my life. - Renny |
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A perfect little poem, nothing extraneous, nothing left out. So very physical. I can feel the damp and dank, the cold air through my nostrils as I inhale, the sound of a distant car driving through a puddle the smells of the end of Autumn, a tightness in my chest from a feeling I can't quite place. - andy |
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Very well done! Unbelievably moving. - anon |
