The drops shatter silence,
and maybe even glass,
pounding against the pane.
As she walks,
unhurried as it falls,
in puddle-soaked glistening soles.
Rivulets shiver
and trickle away
from the patterns relieved by her heels.
And somewhere amidst
the myriad drops,
one solitary tear gains weight.
Thursday
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W.O.W.
LOVE this... one of your best.
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