poetry ~ prose ~ reflections ~ dreaming
The rain falls
my lips soften
Slowly
I remember
to breathe
Waiting
for my world to stop
and the sun to rise
fading
memories
like ripples
in your pond
before it freezes
for winter
Smidgens
John G. Nettles
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