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Sitting alone with my pen in hand Thinking what to

Sitting alone with my pen in hand Thinking what to write Searching for words, searching for sounds That feel just right I found my words, I found my sounds A poem in my head I sat to pen it, slow and easy I lit up a cigarette A distant thunder rolled and rumbled Then there was lightning The cold breeze, the drizzly shower And I stopped writing What is there to write I thought All goes in vain My futile words cannot describe The poetry of the rains #rainspeaks #rainpoetry #rain #poetry #poem
Sitting alone with my pen in hand Thinking what to write Searching for words, searching for sounds That feel just right I found my words, I found my sounds A poem in my head I sat to pen it, slow and easy I lit up a cigarette A distant thunder rolled and rumbled Then there was lightning The cold breeze, the drizzly shower And I stopped writing What is there to write I thought All goes in vain My futile words cannot describe The poetry of the rains #rainspeaks #rainpoetry #rain #poetry #poem
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