an empty white pot is put on top of the brick wall
beside the blue gate
the heavy rain pours at night and the asphalt road
gets shiny wet
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after the rain, the empty white pot sings a sad song
to the wind that caresses the brick wall beside the blue
gate that wishes that its lock be removed for it to become
open to the morning bliss. very imaginative and full of expressions. love this poem. tony
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after the rain, the empty white pot sings a sad song to the wind that caresses the brick wall beside the blue gate that wishes that its lock be removed for it to become open to the morning bliss. very imaginative and full of expressions. love this poem. tony