Morning in the rain I walk. The striking wet drips here. Thoughts that swirl as dawn appears. Drum up my cry. The images move by. Glued into parts to remember. Grey and crude. The drab dark wetness hangs around. All the grey and gloomy sound, The whispers of the rain merge in the burble of the... Sign in to see full entry.
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