late evening rain
writes a thousand letters
on the outside of a glass window
on the wall of every room
when seen from inside
the little bits of poetry from behind
can make one cry
or make one just ignore them
when in a hurry
to not think of many things, anything
and thus ends an evening
The Holiness Of Holes
9 hours ago
1 comment:
Nice poem, I like it!
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