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the world stops and stares
the sound of your voice
a lake of pin drops
freeze and thaw mid-air
I can't hear you now
but down come the rain
I can hear you then
I will know your name

Rene ~ February 23, 2013

Some scrawling on a Saturday morning
40 words 40 syllables
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  1. Brian MillerFebruary 23, 2013 at 10:42 AM

    i hear you in the rain...intriguing...especially with the title...evocative rene...

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  2. MarianFebruary 23, 2013 at 11:45 AM

    awww.

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  3. UnknownFebruary 23, 2013 at 11:52 AM

    It's funny some see this as a love poem and some see it as something darker and I dig that

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  4. HelenFebruary 23, 2013 at 11:56 AM

    Lovely transition from ice droplets to rain droplets.

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  5. AnonymousFebruary 23, 2013 at 11:43 PM

    "a lake of pin drops" spoke to me....it's a metaphor for those sounds, voices, ideas, and moments we're too busy or too arrogant to pay attention to

    or whatever...great 40

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