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Category : Poems

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Drops pitter-patter on the ceiling, with a drip of water in a bucket

There I lay, waiting for it to become clear again

This lasts eternity 

I look outside and see nothing but grey with only a flash

I think about how I want the light to touch me

It rumbles

The grey blew out my light 

I stand where it is black 


And waiting

For my light to come back


  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres


    Oct 20, 2019

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