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About This Poem
Wet Rain Flows Down
Wet rain flows down her silken face
Never showing her true disgrace
Water runs quickly on her skin
Shedding feelings of what’s within
Falling down, learning from her grace
She breathes between each flooded taste
Horror stricken girl with pink lace
Not knowing where water has been
Wet rain flows down
Rain carries on with its own pace
Beads of it gather in its place
She never believes that she wins
By the steady stream which begins
The rain pours, her heart does displace
Wet rain flows down
Russell Sivey
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