Armand Poetry

Welcome to Armand Poetry. The poems (and other words) here are composed for my own thought and amusement. Comment and discussion are welcome. -Amore, Armand-

Monday, January 10, 2005


The rain is falling.
Somewhere out in the darkness,
a dog is barking.

I drive through the rain.
I am cold, my son is hot.
Monday is ending.

The rain falls gently
on nearly forgotten friends.
One is walking home.


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