lie listening to
rainfall on sightless
ferns and stones
or is it nightwind
high in the pines
listen to darkness
as it slips into day
into silence and elegance
lie listening to
rainfall on sightless
ferns and stones
or is it nightwind
high in the pines
listen to darkness
as it slips into day
into silence and elegance
Oh, my gosh, Kate. Your poem drums in me like a waterfall drowning out tears. Thank you.
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