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Jan 2021
drip
as a leak in
heaven’s sky
not a leaf born
is dry

Rainy days
are cold
cold as holding
an old woman’s hand
with her bones jetting out
as a mountain

Rainy days
are sad
the puddles frown
as they’re stepped on
by the children

I’m a rainy day
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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   Khoisan
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