Rainy Marc night by Ann Wood

It is March frosty night, and it is drizzling outside.
I stand by the window and look at the stars and the moon in the sky.
A lone bird somewhere in the distance sings its love song.
There is no living soul outside, and the streets are deserted; everyone has returned to their homes warm in front of the fireplaces.
It is drizzling outside, and the streets are deserted and deserted.
I listen to the bird's song and watch the sky and the rain falling softly.




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Written on 2021-03-06 at 00:40

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Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
Simple, clear, direct. I like the repetition of "deserted": nobody here, nobody there, nobody anywhere! A good poem.
2021-03-06