First rain..

children run out..
a croaking frog welcomes the
monsoon


Linked with OctPoWriMo (Day 24, Bare bones poetry).


(’12, Oct 24)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

  

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