Paul Barratt

Let It Flow - Poem by Paul Barratt

The nature of rain remains the same.
It grows thorns in the marshes, and flowers in the lane,
And offers rainbows of beauty to ease the pain.
As life's pot holes can seem to drive us insane,
Remember your little teardrops looks just like rain.
Drops of laughter, drops of pain.
We are all the same,
Little droplets of precious rain.

Topic(s) of this poem: Pain

Poet's Notes about The Poem

The first two lines except the word 'lane' are borrowed from an old indigenous saying from not sure where, the rest mine.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 17, 2014

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