Poetry Rain December 5, 2014December 5, 2014 Sara Moser1 Comment I heard the rain in the wee hours Pounding on the lake Beautiful sunrise of a different kind Where do the birds go? Share this: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related
Lovely poem. Lovely photograph.
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