a random collection of thoughts and writings from the depths of my consciousness, spread out on a page for the enjoyment and contemplation of... well, me. Many of my pieces are the result of Magnetic Poetry.
Tuesday 26 July 2011
Rain
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The rhythm of the rain Speaks its diamond poetry And secrets stream as webs Down mirrored windows. The steaming glass alive With shining rainbows.
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