My Interpretation of Poetical Ideas, Messages, Information and Resources.

The Alleyway

Rain falling,


tapping the floor of the alleyway,

late at night,

slippery soppy stepping stones,

enjoying the bright streetlights,

the lonely alleyway,



she’s in no mood to look around,

rain falling,


the fuzzy yellow color,

slowly changing into an umbrella,

raindrops rotating,

on the edge of the umbrella,

streetlights are bright,

the alleyway is singing,


the same old alleyway.


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