Raindrops On My Window
Young lad in his bedroom
sitting in his favourite chair
looking out showers outdoors
seeing raindrops made to stare
Eyes fixed on the glass
watches lines run down straight
liquid soaking wet truly fixed
mind catches all on plate
desire within never move away
held in rapture colours grey
Copyright © Gordon Mcconnell | Year Posted 2016
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