Rachel Harris Poems

Ever shall it be
When the sky cries rain
Friends come with gentleness
To wipe away the pain
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The river sings
A voice rises above
Fairer than the water, rings
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Early in the morning
When dew's upon the grass
The first bird sings
Calling others to mass
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I'm a
Little bird
In a
Little cage
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Our conversations begin with a hug
And the words follow
She loves me in a gentle way
But it is powerful as the river’s flow
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How strange
That my love
Is made of words
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It’s been dry for so long
So long since last the flowers bloomed
Blooming hatred; the land is browned and dead
Death reigns in the barrenness of the my heart
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Her mother's belly grew by the day
To my elation
My heart felt joy to great to say
And a wonderful sensation
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These brown eyes of mine
Are dancing when I smile
You would never guess
They feel like weeping all the while
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Faithful
Real
Inspirational
Encouragers
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