Drinking the city’s soul in without an umbrella

I can see the colors of the city’s soul; and now I am thirsty.

(napowrimo…an American sentence..for http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/04/micro-poetry-streetlight-rain.html )

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  1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

     /  April 17, 2017

    That made me laugh with a sort of startled recognition.

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  2. Kerry

     /  April 17, 2017

    I love that the title is kind of an American sentence too. Together with the line, this presents an amazing depiction of the scene and the emotional response.

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  3. sanaarizvi

     /  April 17, 2017

    Nicely done!❤️

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