Four hundred thousand drops of rain
have fallen since I last blinked.
Seven clouds stretching from one town
to the other have eaten each other.
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perhaps you should start counting your blessings too. painful images. where is my box of tissues. ten to wipe my tears.
Wonderful poem, beautifully written; one I should think everyone could relate to.Marilyn
You bored Vince? have a nice weekend.......................Dave
That ache - how well you describe it, Vincent, in all its torturous endlessness.
vincent...this is a beautiful poem...sometimes counting makes one feel better...love...nalini