Gray Rain Poem by Sandra Osborne
Gray Rain
Rating: ★3.3
Gray rain.
Thinking of pebbles
That fall
In the wishing well.
Wondering
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.
Wednesday, March 9, 2005
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4/19/2024 2:44:21 PM # 1.0.0.1119
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, Sandra