Rainfall! Please do not stop your function in the off-seasons
As she catches rainwater to her rusty barrel for her living.
The half of her life without a partner she pussyfoot with the old tire cart
Along the thorn avenues; Not the flower roads.
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Another engaging tale. Praise for your rich imagination. Always your friend, Sandra
You continue to see the beauty in the humble and the dispossessed. May the rain of your words continue to fall and may your heroine find a companion to share her weary struggle. Your poetry is unique and recognizable Nimal. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥