The River And The Rain Poem by RosaLee Marybeth

The River And The Rain



The flowing, twisting, murky ways of a river flowing of an eternal grace.
Healing powers drench the desert heart until you feel as if you are falling apart.
The rain pours down your distorted face and melts until you can see the grace.
It keeps on falling.
It keeps on falling.
It keeps on falling.

Monday, September 17, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: river
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