Hidden, oh hidden
in the high fog
the house we live in,
beneath the magnetic rock,
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White dew! ! In a dim age; Muse of the season! Rain. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Watching rain from open house motivates mind. This poem is definitely very interestingly penned. An interesting sharing is done really.
At night, on the roof, blind drops crawl and the ordinary brown owl gives us proof he can count: beautiful poetic description. tony
five times- always five- he stamps and takes off after the fat frogs that, shrilling for love, ........../// beautiful poetic expression on the rainy season