Window StoriesA Poem by thegirlthatwritesWhen it’s four in the morning And the sound of the rain Sounds like nature’s typewriter I wonder what stories The drops write across my window I wonder whose sweat Lies on the roof where few look I wonder whose tears Water the grass we trample daily I wonder whose life Is caught in the glass on the porch © 2013 thegirlthatwritesAuthor's Note
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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thegirlthatwritesNYAboutI just really like to write, and there's not much else to it. more..Writing
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