Saturday, May 12, 2012

Day #17

A very random poem, not based on anything real in my life. From December 2011.

The rain was making
tear stains on the door
she watched drops gather
flecks of dirt and dust
they crawled towards her and
left a brighter blue
behind. The door was
streaked with rain and she
just watched she could not
move she could not knock.


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