Rain
I watched a gentle drop of rainfall against my window pane
It sat there drying all alone
but alas, not for long
It was joined by a throng
and filled the skies
from soft brown eyes
Rain
I watched a gentle drop of rainWhen power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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