All posts on March, 2015


Poetry

Rain

Rain dappling my window. The yellow streetlight making it look like gold dust. The smell Speaks of rebirth And growth And then It stops, so quickly Too suddenly. I need it And wan it To help repair What has become cracked dry, and jaded. – Judi Reed, 2015

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