RIC S. BASTASA
4 - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA
THERE is still light
it settles on the
of the pillow
it hits the iris
of my eye
it says there is
a reason for
for wings and buds
for rivers that keep on flowing
for the rain that finally stops.
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