The Moya View
I have known other rainsRain destroyed my world (once) and will end it— with other rain I am a man in rain beyond home The name of this is not mine but the rain’s My world is called rain It’s the distance from home Yet, after each one after removing colors it resettles my world, repaints itwith a generous rainbow that shares its prism with the sky
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JONATHAN MOYA
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