Poems from TheSoundofRain

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I read and write poetry, what's not to love?
Night’s existence has inhabited it’s customary frame of space, which has been allotted. the black light is tinged blue from the cold, but...
  Dearest Love.  Remember the first time our eyes, upon each-other laid? how on that spring touched hilltop where I did say,  our love is...
Where I sit silence slumbers   The sound of rain plays off lumber   Leaves and branches create my ceiling   Oh wind won't you tell of this...
“Tired of hurricanes or tornadoes carrying away your home? Tired of trees not pulling their weight, and only producing oxygen? Tired of...
outside a man in a suit whistles    Briefcase set on sunbaked sidewalks   mechanical machines march quickly past   off to toil with paper...

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