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Preparing The Canvas

Rain falls on the roof
Longs for nothing
Does not dream of
How cozy it sounds
On the roof of a home
Does not shake off
How bleak it echoes
On office roof, on warehouse,
On thick brick school
Or highway underpass

Rain falls on the roof
Longs for nothing
Except to keep falling
Doing its work in this world
Not dreaming how it sounds
Like poems on the ceiling
Or how it washes the world
Till it greens

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