Rain Harps
Rain Harps
Angels pluck on strings of dew
that drift from rain pink skies.
Vibrations of their harps ring true
and touch our daily lives.
Angels pluck on silver strands
that shower from gray clouds.
Peaceful melodies from hands
in dulcet tones endowed.
6/21/18
APRIL 2019 PREMIER 3
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Copyright © Janis Medders Tobechi | Year Posted 2018
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