A poetry blog of remembering. "The yesterdays that were the nows are buried under the tomorrows."-Stephen Spender
RAINDROPS II
Raindrops fall outside my window
someone has decided to clean our city,
Raindrops, a path to beginnings
here between air and clouds,
Daydreams stilled by the storm
while books lie open,
And a journal entry remains undated
unwritten.
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