The Rain It Fell... Poem by John Lars Zwerenz
The Rain It Fell...
The Rain it fell...
The rain it fell on roofs and walls,
Soothing lonely hearts of tristful rhyme.
I once wrote a book of mignonette and thyme
Amid a sea of waterfalls.
And in the dusky sky of red
Heavy with tears, there wistfully descended
From regal heights, from high above,
A melancholic, angelic tune
Which sang of your love
In the glory of the moon.
JOHN LARS ZWERENZ
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