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Let It Rain
hello my little drop
come to paint my cheek damp -
to etch your dour rill there
and reflect her smile …
yet, you are only one
while the heavens weep wild …
let it rain … and be gone!
* For the”Let’s Soar With This” Poetry Contest, Nette Onclaud Judge & Sponsor. *
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Gregory Richard Barden
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