In my house
Listening while sitting by my window,
As the raindrops reverberate on my window sill
Inspiring thoughts cross my mind
Poetic scriptures of yesteryear commence to formulate within my soul causing the ink to flow on this canvas
And it puts me in a sentimental mood
And as these sentiments begin to sediment I lie sentient, and all that is left are my thoughts.
Thoughts of the poets before...