A falling thought.

I catch the rain

the mind accumulating,

but on the discard 

thoughts falling

I'm drowning in the lullaby

of their song.

I'm starting to sway,

my mind is theirs

I'm casping for more,

the breath of memories

settle the score.

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[jacob erin-cilberto]

and if we can catch those thoughts and come to terms with them, we may have a peaceful ending.
and not mind the rain at all.

j.