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Silence Rain

By Convolution

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Walk with me this city street Feel pavement cry beneath your feet Every step brings novel fret And stirs the vat of your regret The streetlights sigh as we walk past Immune to winter’s bitter blast Pull that coat around you close For god has made a frigid toast Raindrop crashes to the ground His crushing impact makes no sound We watch him die all by ourselves We know that story raindrop tells But look up, now, and see this rain Above this spot on 5th and Main And watch the moonlight growing dim As raindrop’s friends do follow him Written December 22nd, 2001 © on Dec 21 2001 03:22 PM PST   0 • 12

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