Sandra Osborne

Gray Rain - Poem by Sandra Osborne

Gray rain.
Thinking of pebbles
That fall
In the wishing well.
If everyone’s wall
Is as high as mine.

Gray rain,
Falling on my face.
Why do I cry?
Why do I wonder
If everyone’s alive?
Or feel the strange truth
That freedom has died.

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Comments about Gray Rain by Sandra Osborne

  • (1/8/2007 5:47:00 PM)

    I am touched by your 'Gray Rain'. You have a wonderfully original mind. Write on, Sandra. So glad that I met you in your poems.

    Kindest regards,


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 9, 2005

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 9, 2005

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