"Rain Fall"
and
all i could
remember
was the two of us
lying on the ground
and looking
at the sky,
wishing for it to rain.
in hopes
that maybe
we both
could learn a little something
about falling
the way the sky
wrote it
on the clouds.
YOU ARE READING
BLACK BUTTERFLY
PoetryI recently went to a bookstore and decided to write down it's poems: by ROBERT M. DRAKE. BLACK BUTTERFLY.
