The Rain

The Drop,
trickling down the roof top,
over my nose,
along the ridges,
as if from a pipe, hose
Above my lip,
And between the nose,
Going to rip,
me apart,
from the heart,
to my part last.

The Drop,
trickling down through the leaftop,
over my eyes,
towards my cheek,
mixing with my own tears,
as if from a shower head,
with only two holes.....

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