Wet morning

Fat raindrops sparkle
In the light from skidding cars.

A crow flies from a postbox
Wearing a waistcoat of glittering diamonds.

The sky washes away the dirt of days
And we begin again.

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Author: agw

Amateur poet and writer who aspires to write more...

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