But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams - Yeats
Monday 22 June 2015
A Summer day
The rain is falling this Summer day
Soaking the world below the clouds
I wonder if it will go away
And cease to drench the crowds
Who slowly make their way
To work or play hoping for the sun
To shine as it should on a Summer day.
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