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A mistaken poem after the rain...
After the rain
had fell,
I saw diamonds
in the grass,
the still bare branches,
they were glistening,
the pebbles
wore frost on them,
the mud,
it was beautiful,
...it was all wet.
Published 17th Apr 2021
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17th Apr 2021 4:14pm
I love those associations as well, Pisha. It's the little things that transform us, like a drop of water, glinting.
22nd Apr 2021 7:36pm
