My Rain Poem by Tajma Hall

My Rain



gray matters, inside my pen
i write the sublime sunshine
inking across the sky
speaks of a manuscript
words crest over with tears
the pellets dropp on the head
stinging the saddness
deeply inching across our faces

Friday, September 3, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: sunshine
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