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Quiet Echoes In the Rain
One day I walked through never land Without the need to understand Each crazy paving simile That popped up right in front of me, I bathed myself in nonsense rhyme No need of thought, just rambling rhyme, Amnesiac the wandering ways A poets memory often strays. I saw a man who saw me first A man who had a talking thirst That bathed us slowly in the hours Of sun stitched shade and shadow flowers, Until he finally fell asleep Into the evenings heavenly deep And I got up and walked away For I’d ran out of things to say. I watched a sun blend with a moon A subtly soft celestial tune That wandered off towards the rain Where echoed instances remain Of who knows what and who knows where So many rhymes still to declare, Where they both slept on beds of cloud So finely made their hand stitched shroud. I called out softly once again To quiet echoes in the rain But still I didn’t understand The echoes were at my command, For what I heard was my own voice A subtly formulated choice Of ethereal early calls Rebounding from my own soul walls…
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