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Feb 2014
The collection of water,
Drip, drip, dripping rain
In a leaky, creaking house.
The droplets patter against pans,
Like clockwork, a metronome of weather.

Minutes turn to hours, the single beat,
Now a symphony.
Drip, drip, drip
Slowly stops as night fades to day
In a leaky, creaking house.
Aruna
Written by
Aruna  London
(London)   
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