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Glimpse of hope
Through those washed eyes,
As I envisage us surfing
The roughest of tides,
A million waves crash,
Heavily into my chest,
Because I'm afraid
I'll drown in a sea
Of emotion because
You're the ocean,
And I'm just a stone.
 May 2017 Richard Grahn
Vale Luna
Hello Poetry
Is going to be the death of me
**** my schoolwork
**** my classes
My need to write
Spreads like rashes
This is Poet's Disease
I'm all too sure
Do any of you
Know of a cure?
Lima has my heart
I was loved by these children
Until it hurt me

I don't speak Spanish
Yet they laughed and played with me
They called me their friend

Playground encounter
I thought I'd never see them
But the Lord provides

The hardest goodbye
Was to the mob of children
Kissing me farewell

Why do you love me?
We can't talk, I won't be back
Why are you so pure?

I will miss you all
Each of you has touched my heart
More than you can know
Over spring break I went on a mission trip to Peru. I didn't know much Spanish and couldn't communicate without my friends translating, but the kids I met were so beautiful and open, it broke my heart to say goodbye. Many chance encounters that were nothing short of a miracle inspired each stanza. Written through tears on the plane back to the USA.
This bed is my raft
Afloat in the rocky big blue
Sometimes when I attempt to venture out
My toes are ever so slightly wet
Until I reach the door
I find myself drowning
You come in waves
I wish it would
well rain harder
I wish that
the sky water would be salty
like my tears.
this way both could slide down my face unidentifiable
I wish the thunder was louder
just to help save me from my thoughts

I love how
well simply how
I'm walking to the beat,
crunching gravel to meet the sound
of my favorite song
even though it's no longer playing
I love that
the rain is blurring my vision
eventhough I couldn't see anyway
I love that with every step
I'm taking a shower
the rain provides me with good cleansing
I'm slowly scrubbing away every
remark, laugh, judge, scar and stain
and as my jeans, blouse, and shoes get wet,
I'm washing away some of this too
hidden deep within the seams

and yet some people wonder
why
why does she like the rain
well
It's not just rain
it's a friend
that I can talk to and actually leave with
a cleansed soul.
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