Waiting

A Poem by Livenrite

Rain trickeling

Its tapping clouds my mind

Symphony playing

Its music soft and kind

Cold wind howling

Bad memories to unwind

Fireplace crackling

Its warmth is hard to find

Tears falling

Its blur makes me blind

I'm sitting here...

Waiting.....

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Change the Its to It's. Vivid imagination though I like the rhyming idea behind it as well.

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Added on January 10, 2011
Last Updated on January 10, 2011

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