Rain
.
.
.
it's raining
.
.
voices of the
dead in my memory
.
.
and it's raining
.
.
of my ever misery
of eerie silence and sadness
in my life
oh little drops
and clouds drifting
.
.
rain falling .
.
.
a whole melancholy of
dead memories sad
.
.
listen if it rains .
.
your regret
and your grief
it weeps ancient music
listen to the drips f
a
l
l
tortured feelings .
.
.
.
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November 3, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/Rain
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1193-477-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for FTI Blog Series 17 - Rain
Brian Strand
Podium Place 1
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Inspired by the poem, Ill Pleut, by Guillaume Appollinaire
(his poem was written vertically on the page in French)
I paraphrased some of his words but many are of my creation.
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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