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Tears roll down your cheeks.
You need to clog your leaks.
I hear you cry everyday.
You make my mood turn very grey.
Why is it that you don’t stop?
Can I not ask for a swap?
 
A little bit of shine is all I need.
Should I get down on my knees and plead?
Can you please stop now?
Isn’t it time yet, to say ciao?
Stop raining…
 
*As a part of NaPoWriMo. #26
*The prompt by NaPoWriMo today was: Today’s prompt comes to us from Vince Gotera, who wrote his “family member” poem for Day 20 in the form of a curtal sonnet. As Vince explains, the curtal sonnet is shorter than the normal, fourteen line sonnet. Instead it has a first stanza of six lines, followed by a second stanza of four, and then closes with a half-line. The form was invented in the 1800s by Gerard Manley Hopkins, who used it in his famous poem “Pied Beauty”. So for today, I challenge you to give the curtal sonnet a whirl. It doesn’t need to rhyme — though it can if you like — and feel free to branch out beyond iambic pentameter.” 
*Also, do visit my friends who are participating in the challenge. You won’t be disappointed.
pooja

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