In the Night Rain
A
pile of
beautiful
minds
whirlwinds
before me.
I
tried to
swing, with them
...yet no one noticed me,
but
in a
soup much loved,
I
shall dance,
with a rose
...in the night rain’s fast trot!
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
