Tomorrow’s rain,
Like some liquid magic,
Fell,
And washed away our worries,
Cleansing frowns,
And easing furrowed, wrinked brows,
Leaving behind
The smooth laughter of our pending youth.
by aforgrave, April 14th, 2012.
April is National Poetry Month. Check out budtheteacher ‘s NPM2012 Daily Prompts, and unleash your inner poet!
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