When It RainsA Poem by Isabella CezanneA poem about sorrow
how beautiful the sky is
when it rains the clouds, grey in a way that each passing day is not the drops of water, clearer than tears that splash against old tile how beautiful the sky is when it rains how terrible it is to see it cry
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StatsAuthorIsabella CezanneDenver, COAboutI don't write too often outside of class and such but I'm always striving to share my work and be better so here I am. more..Writing
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