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Rain.
Pigeons sit hunched and dripping
Like sad grey statues,
Among the shimmer and sheen
Of rain brushed leaves.
And every single leaf it seems
Has been painted by those hands of rain
In all the differing shades,
Of paintbox green.
And glowing rowan berries, aflame
In the dimming shade
Show their newly polished faces
Beneath the tears of rain.
Very nice, I love the imagery
Very nice, I love the imagery in your writings, it attracts the reader like a fine painting. Thankyou for posting your minds eye.
That's kind of you, thank
That's kind of you, thank you.
rain
I love the rain. good write.
∞ HUGGY ∞
Thank you, glad you enjoyed
Thank you, glad you enjoyed it.