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Post by Harley on Oct 1, 2007 11:56:53 GMT -5
Singing Raindrops
The pouring window outside Leaves dripped drops vertically downing The rain season turned to a flowing river
The fish in this mud swam years back, And then she flirted with different boys Her life changed from a spending girl In a spring picnic on a school field trip To a girl looking at stars from school.
The scented flower while playing a delicate guitar Forged a wave of nostalgia Her singing voice melted silently in the windows The frosted blankets screened these screens And her stubborn voice listened by all, Her compassion, her all…
Sonia Strumm…
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Post by bcoyotey on Oct 1, 2007 15:26:35 GMT -5
Harley, You have written an outstanding drops piece Great flow and super imagery. Love the last stanza. Lady B
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Post by Astarael ~ Enduring on Oct 1, 2007 21:14:28 GMT -5
wow. this was amazing. great work
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Post by Harley on Oct 2, 2007 1:16:31 GMT -5
Maybe I should do Drops of Poetry everyday...
How often does it get updated?
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Post by bcoyotey on Oct 2, 2007 16:38:29 GMT -5
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