Falling Rains Value Poem by irenio irenaeus bero

i feel it without noticing
the naturalness of your immaculate presence
a wave of possibilities pushing
the past along with all its sad memories
to an inexplicable existing reflection of a joy turning
every hateful thing into lovely mistery

it keeps falling and it continues to rise
it falls beautifully like rain onthe roof of the cities
from morning to evening
from the top of the hills
to the lowest streams till
it remains still
and kiss the lips of humanity

colourless nut golden in value