The rain taps it's fingers on my window. It asks if it may sing in my ear until I fall asleep. I wish the rain was you.
- anonymous
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anthology
Poetry"human beings are works in progress who mistakenly think they're finished" © taekth 2016
ten; giving the rain his characteristics
The rain taps it's fingers on my window. It asks if it may sing in my ear until I fall asleep. I wish the rain was you.
- anonymous
