Dec 2013
Gray skies drift above
dripping beads of rain,
I stand arms wide,
face towards
the hidden-sun,
mouth open,
tasting,
swallowing
Heaven's flow.
dripping beads of rain,
I stand arms wide,
face towards
the hidden-sun,
mouth open,
tasting,
swallowing
Heaven's flow.
(GRB090423)
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