Now, even she seems to look at me with the rebuke of a disappointed parent Now, even she seems to look at me with the rebuke of a disappointed parent

The verse lies flowerless in my garden I try to nurture it, but it won't bloom The verse lies flowerless in my garden I try to nurture it, but it won't bloom

My words are sparse, Precise perhaps, but, Maybe a little clinical... My words are sparse, Precise perhaps, but, Maybe a little clinical...

A poem about the feeling of being one with the rain. A poem about the feeling of being one with the rain.