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When It Rains
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Unrhymed Poetenry When it rains,
When it rains endlessly,
Like the never-ending whirl,
Of the colossal world!
At that very moment,
All the memories of the past fly,
Like the butterflies around me,
I keep staring at the heavy raindrops then!
I feel like erasing all the memories from my brain!
Yet I also feel like letting them return time and again!
I Love Butterflies
I planted butterfly bushes and they love them and visit my gardens often. Moths and monarchs, little white cabbage butterflies and some I do not know the names of visit often. Yeah, memories like rain - nice. I'm on an ecology kick. Been looking for somewhere to make a time contribution. Your poem about rain is precious. - Lady A -
Thank you!
Thank you so much! I am so happy that you liked it! :)