Tuesday, January 31, 2012

you and rain...so much alike...

Seen how the drops of silvery rain
Get new dresses as they pass
Through the dusky yellow curtain...


Seen how your paper boat
To my house come through the flood
Kind of unstable thing afloat...

Rain and you are so much alike
Both of you inundate me thus
Breaking often my riverside dike...


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