Wet Pages

You there, lurking beneath the shadow of trees

Peering from the cover of your hooded gaze

Come forth, in ink, come play with me

Glory in the rainy days

 

Splash in the puddles of blue notebook lines

Get wet with naked prose 

Dance in the space between the rhymes

Where logic never goes

 

A silver lining shines in every cloud

To one who knows the rain

This humble pen will sing the sound

To ease a hidden pain

 

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