This rainy Sunday
I didn't see who came
Who wiped the water
From your name?
Falling rain; eight falling
Walls of lines of water
Could she be your wife?
Perhaps your daughter?
All I know in
Letters in steel
Still, can't fight
The sorrow I feel.
Patterns flow
Within the walls
Skylines flowing
Move and fall.
Inside the pools
All is down and down.
Yet steel grows and
Rises all around.
(C) 2013 Norman Dziedzic Jr.
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