Tuesday, 1 August 2023

Rain

 I could write poems too

 about the rain 

but the rain is

 just rain. 

Whether it be falling in Manhattan,

 on the streets of Paris

 or in Sydney, 

it's the same,

 it's just rain. 

I could write lamentations 

that you aren't here

 with me, 

but it won't change.

 It's just rain.

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