Gazing through the window,
he watched the rain clouds
drizzle their misery onto his dream.
He felt its tears pour over him,
through him, out of him,
wishing it would cleanse his heart.
Hoping for sunnier times.
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dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Something I posted long ago.
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Good write dusk. Will we need brollies, or is that 'improper rain' of drizzle?
For you Orchidee, when the heavens open may you only be awash in goodwill sir.
I just love your work dusk. You write some great pieces and this is no exception.
High praise ME and i thank you , most kind. But i think youre overlooking some real clangers i post too.
Those sunnier times are always with us.
I think I may have heard that song before somewhere. If I had a quid for every time I have heard that song I think I could buy an island somewhere.
I obviously have the album by Miles (I think I have all his albums) but yesterday I heard it sung and played by Andrea Motis https://youtu.be/UxIPVAPRBi4
Andy
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