Another drop 2 Replies Headache Sky gray A swathe of wool covers this day. Yet each hour is for keeping and for listening to the rain. Time will seek its certain passage when memory unravels, relaxes, and like the wool, slips away. P.B. Share this:ShareClick to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Like Loading... Related
Loved the poem. Really captures the day.
Thank you!