The rain falls on
Alice’s face
She giggles
The rain falls on
My face
I cry
We are walking
We feel both
Heavy and light
High and low
Perhaps tomorrow
We will make cakes
She will lick
The sugar off
Her fingers
I will giggle
The day after tomorrow
Will come
We will feel glad
Each day offers up
One small poem
We collect them up
Like stars
Turn them into magic
Just like us
We giggle.
I love this poem Jae. Friends do not have to be competitive especially if you can trust one another.
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