The raindrops just reflected
The clouds that skated by
A mirror of a vision
That once it called the sky
Nothing in its passing
Gave view to what had been
A shower from a storm front
That washed the ground so clean
The petals on each flower
Now bent with all the weight
Could not shed a teardrop
For this it was their fate
Now nothing in that garden
Will ever be the same
Because it felt sorrow
Of another day of rain
PTT 17.04.17
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