Rain that falls softly on my head knows
All the stories of the World
And passes on that knowledge to me
As it pit-pats on the rooftop
Of the house above me
I see the wonders of the kings
Who settled here in ages past
And though I cannot hear a sound
But the rain at my window
I can see the land and smell the air
Of distant lands long ago
From the comfort of my own home
And into the book and rain I dive
Until that book is put away
And the rain has been long gone
But when that rain comes back again
And my book again comes out
I will loose myself once more
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the Poetry of my Life
this is where i'll post all of my poetry, one at a time. i have a lot already, so bear with me please!
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