A Summer's day hides away
Behind the grey clouds of a noon storm.
A mother has been led astray
And rushes to retrieve the washing from the line.
What a pity, it was nearly dry!
If she hurries there might be time,
Before all the clothes are soaked through.
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Poems From The Humble Heart
PoetryWhether my mind is in the darkness or the light, I always find it helps to write.
