4 - Poem by RIC BASTASA

THERE is still light
piercing the

it settles on the
soft spot
of the pillow

it hits the iris
of my eye

it says there is
a reason for

for mourning
for sorrow
for wings and buds
for rivers that keep on flowing
for the rain that finally stops.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 28, 2010

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