Then the rain stopped..
So did she,
She wiped her eyes,
Looked at the soaked paper,
Stood up.. And left!
Month: July 2015
The Sun In Love, Poetry by Fred Strydom
I met the sun one night
Off his shift
Sitting in a delicatessen.
Oh, I forgotten to mention,
The sun at night
Looks just like a regular person.
He was drinking some tea
All by himself,
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