50 Day Journal From An Arcane Place
Sunday, January 14, 2018
small puddle outside
showering, trickling, dancing
gives peace and romance.
A small puddle has gathered
on the pavement of the parking lot
It is dark outside.
The raindrops glitter by the lamppost
The trickling pitter-patters in the light
I can still see them in my mind's eye
Even though I'm inside, I feel like I could be a part of the world outside
This building is so huge they say it's the biggest in the state of Georgia
My cot is not soft
The walls are too cold
But the rain outside feels soft and romantic
from my eighth-floor window.
Dr. D. I. Smith
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