Raindrops fill a paper cup
One hundred forty lines of music
Orchestrated by a lightening strike
What was once empty
Will fill
What was once ridged
Will smooth
Raindrops accumulate in our hearts
Until all that needs washed away
Joins the sea
Raindrops fill a paper cup
One hundred forty lines of music
Orchestrated by a lightening strike
What was once empty
Will fill
What was once ridged
Will smooth
Raindrops accumulate in our hearts
Until all that needs washed away
Joins the sea
Cat Over Clock 
August 26, 2013 at 3:06 am
I enjoyed your poem very much and I love your umbrella! 😉
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August 26, 2013 at 11:09 pm
Thank you for you comment! I love reading your blog too!
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