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There’s a stillness, a calm, surrounding night
In the air, you can smell, the scent of raindrops
Not yet formed, lingering quietly nearby
Little by little, the skies open, into silent tears
Shedding the pain, of a million crying spirits
Mourning, for the ones, who cannot mourn
Embracing the sorrow, as if it was their own
Gently washing away, the sins of the Earth
Silently cleansing each eternal soul
Then vanishing….as if the clouds were never
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you, Chuck! xoxoxo
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Those first moments when the air can so still remind me of youth walking the woods late at night, being able to tell from the scents which animals had crossed the paths.
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That’s a wonderful memory to have, David. 🙂
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This is sublime, Dorinda. One of my favorites. ❤
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Thanks so much, Diana! ❤
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Magical, cleansing rain…
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Always… Thank you for sharing! ❤
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