November drips - 13


Standing on the corner watching streetlamp turns to rain.
Memories like water drip;
Broken promises on parched earth sip.
The future learns to hope again.

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Anonymous said…
Memories like water a constantly dripping like rain in my brain.

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Take care and have a wonderful week :-)

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