Rain, a Triolet

She doesn't like the rain

It washes up what once was sunk

Dodging drops, all in vain

No, she doesn't like this rain

The shore littered with memories, pain

She buries them in sand, Grains of Time

She doesn't like the rain

It washed up what she once sunk


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