by Liar
. . . words. "that weave their weary paths and die."
DANG! If this keeps up I am going to run out of "5"s. :)
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I could write poetry. Alas! I must read Lit's best. Very inventive.
marked this as one of my favorite poems, I love the rain-and thoughts of writing of rain, and the drops you used were so creative and well, unlike the usual. They remind me,of tears rolling down a face, waiting to land gracefully into their destination. To be absorbed,Let it be earth, for the moisture grows roots, long and wild.. okay, now I am writing my own poetry. LOL., truly awstruck by this one !!
sGp