Sunday, 13. June 2004
Some lines involving rain
Rain is the thread that runs through various beads of memory.
Oak leaves in rain, flutter like a gaint visible pulse.
The light on a rainy day is the light one sees in dreams, just before one awakens.
In the rain a lover is soaked wet by memories, of loves past and loves present.
The bird-heart folds it's wings and seeks refuge in the silence of rain.
My Poems
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