It is – the softest scenery,
. . . . . . . . . . waves of silky rain tumbling
like autumn through greenery.
. . . . . . . . . .Here we chase dreams crumbling.
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Inspired by Reverie #38, This week’s prompt: “tiocfaidh ár lá“
This is a draft, and I may add more stanzas.
Ahhh… perfect for the weather in my neck of the woods today, Misk — lovely! By all means — add more!
I love the rain, and I love this poem. ^_^