The Rain - Poem by Marieta Maglas
There is a sounding rain
falling down on the waves of the sea.
There is a water singing.
There is a wet song.
There are wet ears
There is a wet feeling of love
developing in the
amniotic sac of the spiritual womb
and needing to be born
within both of us.
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