Gray Rain
S Sandra Osborne
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Gray rain.
Thinking of pebbles
That fall
In the wishing well.
Wondering
If everyone’s wall
Is as high as mine.
Gray rain,
Falling on my face.
Why do I cry?
Why do I wonder
If everyone’s alive?
Or feel the strange truth
That freedom has died.
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