Pour
Tears of Heaven.
Falling at a steady rate.
A fairly heavy curtain.
Beautiful to watch.
Not to stand in.
The simmering colors of fresh eyes.
Grounds of images.
Many reflections
Rippling imprints in lives.
Falling at a steady rate.
A fairly heavy curtain.
Beautiful to watch.
Not to stand in.
The simmering colors of fresh eyes.
Grounds of images.
Many reflections
Rippling imprints in lives.
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