I sat in the woods, on the trunk of a fallen tree
As the rain fell in sheets to devour me
I looked down at the puddle beneath
And could not tell the rain from my tears of grief...
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Strands Of Hope
PoetryPoetry, in the form of quatrain, meant to inspire, encourage, and lift the soul.
Puddle
I sat in the woods, on the trunk of a fallen tree
As the rain fell in sheets to devour me
I looked down at the puddle beneath
And could not tell the rain from my tears of grief...
