Hideaway

Hideaway

A Poem by Padraic Gribbons

There's a small place under the pine trees out back where the rain cannot reach us. If we run through the storm's tears, it is a beautiful place to watch the washed away world through green curtains

© 2009 Padraic Gribbons


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Added on March 27, 2009