On a sheet of rainstorm-soaked paper,
one that could easily tear,
in pencil, my words can be softer.
I won’t write the last word,
even if the rain never stops.
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On a sheet of rainstorm-soaked paper,
one that could easily tear,
in pencil, my words can be softer.
I won’t write the last word,
even if the rain never stops.
Joanna Friedman 