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Diary of an International Lover

LOV·ER: \ˈlə-vər\ noun; A person who loves something. Or in my case, everything.

Monday, June 20, 2011

nightfall

at night it rains.
every night,
it rains.

it is unrelenting.
it is consistent.
it is soft.

and then
it stops.

just.

like.

t
h
a
t
.



.


.
.
and then it starts again.
Posted by The Lover at 3:46 PM

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This is fabulous...I love the "shape" and "sound" as your poem "drips," ceases and resumes...

June 25, 2011 at 9:41 AM

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