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Jun 2019
ahhh,

-the rain.

often,

just in
time
to wash
away the
pain.

to
hide
my tears...

or try
to,

in vain.

the rain,

it feels
mystically
powerful
to me.

cleansing,

refreshing,

a downpouring
of a
new free.

after
a
delightful
summer's rain...

the more
clear,

my eyes
and
my soul
can see.
Written by
The Concrete Poet  M
(M)   
89
     --- and Traveler
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