Hear the Whispers of the Gentle Rain
To inner space, there is found the gold,
that are the gifts, of mysterious gods.
The dreams men have, from their birth,
are often forgotten, or simply tossed away.
This leaves no hope, for those better days,
only quiet nights, of unblinking stillness.
Captivating torrents, of guiltless thoughts,
bridled and packaged, then hidden away.
When will the spirit, find the wings to fly,
and say goodbye, to its oldest friend?
For the sacrificed soul, will never be satisfied,
until we hear, the whispers of the gentle rain!
date:2/22/2020
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