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Song Of The Rain

Rating: 3.3

Night,
and the yellow pleasure of candle-light....
old brown books and the kind, fine face of the clock
fogged in the veils of the fire - it's cuddling tock.

The cat,
greening her eyes on the flame-litten mat;
wickedly, wakeful she yawns at the rain
bending the roses over the pane,
and a bird in my heart begins to sing

over and over the same sweet thing--
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Evelyn Haskins 10 November 2015

Best Poem and my favourite since I was 11: -)

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Danielle de Valera 03 February 2021

Me, too, Evelyn.

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