
Rains are sweet
The smell of the muds
With the bird that tweets
That jives with the rhyme
Of the drop on the leaf
As it plops in the puddle
Quiet as a thief...
With the twiddling thumb(s)
On the tiny feet
Of the kids in school
In better days...
It takes me back
To my wonder years
That when i lived
Cocooned in peace...
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