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Tapping Thoughts
The rain taps on the metal
like reminders, not to forget
Those sunny days that seem so rare
always return to dry the wet
Puddles of mirrors on the ground
Quiet reflections, left to see
I find the peace just by looking
at these pictures in front of me
The weather changes, liife changes,
in a minute, hour or day
I remember when the sky is bright,
there's time to celebrate and play
Maybe, I'll tap dance like the rain
The mirrors will return a smile
As the warm sun beams shine again
I'll celebrate another mile
Heidi Sands
4/11/24
8 Syllables
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Heidi Sands
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