As the rain pitter-patters like a heartbeat
spiralling down through the seasoned trees
calling to the leaves to play in the slight breeze
the pitter-patter of raindrops fall onto the hard brown earth
seeping moisture to the tiny seed
sparking life to grow in the showers of spring
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
Offline) - Published: June 23rd, 2022 11:05
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Comments1
Good write Katie. How's Kitty and Sir? lol.
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