September 7th, 1994

Where Raindrops Fell

Think a pleasant thought for me
As down the winding road you wend and wander;
Distant 'gainst the westering sun
Lost to the present,
Where we are the bygone
Kicking the pebbles of lost ideas
And contemplating
the sandy circles
where raindrops
fell.

* Filed by Michael at 15:03 under Poetry
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