Rain On My Pane Poem by Carlin Jones
Rain On My Pane
When hearing the rain and looking my window pane of the wee hours I see a whole new tomorrow for when the sun will shine again and your but always look to yesterday to as a reminder tomorrow is connected to yesterdayt
Looking through your window pan and observing rain gives nice feeling. This nourishes creativity. Brilliant poem is shared.10
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Write comment. Such a beautiful poem, Carlin. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks