mifael llauderes

Comes The Drizzle

Here comes
The drizzle,
Sprinkling from the
Seamless ether;

Again the
Tickling trickles,
Hit the leaves
And splinter;

I had enough
Of sunshine;
My skin is burnt,
The earth is bare;

I love the fine mist
Blowing
And settling
On my hair

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 15, 2008
Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 28, 2009

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Comments about Comes The Drizzle by mifael llauderes

  • Jemarie RagudoJemarie Ragudo (12/2/2008 8:42:00 PM)

    I like the musical and playful tone of the first two paragraphs. The imagery of the last two is fantastic.

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