The Soft Rain
tiny mouths say things
dancing in a silver shinny sequence
in the way they flick their tongues
on the highway
the stream along the edge
speeds faster
to the next planet
the next stop on the great through way
is marked by the arrows
soon erupting minds merge with the song
erupting all over you
a rainbow rising in the western sky
tiny voices dancing
as they fall
through the lifting clouds
the everlasting glimmer
of the rising moon
at the same time
seeking each other
in the soft rain
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