Warm drops of water falling from dark grey skies
Landing on the pavement below, from every step taken.
Drip. Drop.
Came the sound of water leaking out the gutter pipe.
Every time, passing by from the crying clouds
In the sky above.
Drip. Drop.
Onto the earth, into the ground.
Slowly being absorbed.
where the water will no longer,
Make the sound; Drip. Drop.
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Poetry Collection
PoetryVarious poems I have created. Some may be a bit gory, be warned before reading. Towards the end are poems dedicated to people who are friends of mine.
