Droplets
- Jul 31, 2020
- 1 min read
Updated: Jan 31, 2024
Rain pours down and finds its home,
Beaded droplets on the dome,
Frothing sewer with rising Foam.
London’s streets washed at pace,
Like the tears upon my face,
A sodden mess, a hopeless case.
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