Raindrops fill a paper cup
One hundred forty lines of music
Orchestrated by a lightening strike
What was once empty
Will fill
What was once ridged
Will smooth
Raindrops accumulate in our hearts
Until all that needs washed away
Joins the sea
Raindrops fill a paper cup
One hundred forty lines of music
Orchestrated by a lightening strike
What was once empty
Will fill
What was once ridged
Will smooth
Raindrops accumulate in our hearts
Until all that needs washed away
Joins the sea
Under the sunshine or in the fog: I am a lover, a writer, an editor, a cook, a humanitarian and a photographer.
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Some things are more important than time … cats are one of them. Welcome to a world of photographed shadows–I invite you to a study of compassion through poetry. It is with gratitude that you might take it with you.
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No one but Night, with tears on her dark face,
Watches beside me in this windy place.
August 26, 2013 at 3:06 am
I enjoyed your poem very much and I love your umbrella! 😉
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August 26, 2013 at 11:09 pm
Thank you for you comment! I love reading your blog too!
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