Night The First - Poem by Peter Russell
I am the rain
That falls upon myself
I am the thunder
That destroys my mind
I am the lightening
That blinds me -
Surely I am not so unkind?
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Every night for nine nights Manuela appeared to me in a dream, and each night she spoke a poem to me. I had never seen her before and I have no idea who she was. - P.R.
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