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Jul 2017
The rain gently falls like mist,
Grey sky mysterious and still.
The fresh air scented with rain
Provides comfort and a sense of relief.

The clouds sit quietly,
While the wind blows lazily,
And the world seems happy at rest-
If not contented for the time being.

The world will wake again,
Under light of a new day,
Nourished and replenished
By the waters of gentle rain.
Written while waiting for the train in the misty rain
Harry Roberts
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Harry Roberts  23/M/Between despair and joy
(23/M/Between despair and joy)   
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