Raindrops And Teardrops
Raindrops pitter-patter
against the windowpane,
teardrops run down my cheeks
whenever I am in pain.
The rain may hold a rhythm
when against my window falls;
tears on my cheeks
hold only sadness when they call.
28 August 2008
poem by David Harris
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