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Rain....
Rain..
The rain is falling softly now
a gentle hush among slender
spring limbs heavy with blossoms that fall with no sound like snow.
Drifting down the hill
tender floral boats that carry
prayers to the mother stream.
Far into the mists of this night
they will float towards
home in the sea...
I linger here in this place
of baptism...annointed with
the tears of Angels
who set free harbored dreams
that only our hearts may know.
d.underhill; from the coming book...Stones to Stars
I see and feel you everywhere....
Your voice whispers to me in this rain...
to slip below the surface and wonder...
remembering the inside of your wrist....
...the scent behind your ear
kissing the corners of your smile...
Pillow talk on a rainy afternoon...
those whispered promises...
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