You’d like the drops
that fall from
your eyes, or the sky
to encapsulate all,
deliver the promise
of birth, or a little
more. Better off
ignoring the weather.
It will rain again
and then it will dry
out, and the drops
won’t know the difference.
You’d like the drops
that fall from
your eyes, or the sky
to encapsulate all,
deliver the promise
of birth, or a little
more. Better off
ignoring the weather.
It will rain again
and then it will dry
out, and the drops
won’t know the difference.
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