Sunset hits my eyes
Always Your favorite time
Too late for goodbyes
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The First Rainbow Baby
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. The rain fell in rhythmic splatters, slowly slowing, but still constant. Mira rolled onto her side pulling the blanket tight against her ears, but still she could hear chitter-chatter and scurrying feet of the creatures that refused to sleep in the lower decks.
By A. J. Schoenfeld4 days ago in Fiction
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Kind of sad haiku but yet so beautiful. Nicely Done!!
Love the cover art.
So poignant yet so beautiful. Loved your poem!