The rain falls and I
Drink tea and type quietly
Words spill out but do
They mean anything in the
Morning light, in the quiet hour?
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Writer in San Francisco, CA
The rain falls and I
Drink tea and type quietly
Words spill out but do
They mean anything in the
Morning light, in the quiet hour?
Liked this poem? Try Blue Sky or Hot Earl Grey Tea.