Raindrops falling on tin roof, I wonder if water is solid
or sound that flings itself around, it makes a rusty rhythm
coming down so fast, first slow and gentle, then strong and full.
Karen K.L. Espaniola April 13, 2012
13 Apr 2012 Leave a comment
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Raindrops falling on tin roof, I wonder if water is solid
or sound that flings itself around, it makes a rusty rhythm
coming down so fast, first slow and gentle, then strong and full.
Karen K.L. Espaniola April 13, 2012