Rare Poem by Rusty Ed Gibson
Rare
I watched Rain Drops hit the pool
and the circles span out
it reminds me of life
and how it starts and runs out
Watching it start softly
and continue to build
until the thunder is fearce
and the river is real
It reminds me of us
and how we started there
with barely a smile
and a real long stare
True Love isn't Rain
and the Comparison isn't Fair
But the Circles don't end
Cause this Love is Rare
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