Porch Swing #3 (poem) // green

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Have you ever noticed,

the beauty of headlights in the rain?

I have and I must tell you,

it's magical.

The lights twinkle against the failing water,

and bounce between each puddle on the road.

Whenever I see them,

I'm reminded of the fae creatures.

How they flitter about all around,

encased with tiny sparkles.

Sometimes, I wish to be a part of the far.

Would life be easier then?

Perhaps I'll never know,

the true beauty of headlights in the rain.

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Here's my third porch swing poem! Please let me know what you think! Constructive criticism is always welcome!

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