Meru Groen Poet Rhyme

We Search the Night Sky

Shake the hands of time, work away the care.
The words that we serve, the world that we share.

Many lives we live, those with whom we sleep.
The dreams that we dream, the secrets we keep.

There is a sweet sound, called the gentle rain.
Whispers in the night, the end of our shame.

If one listens still, you might hear just why.
There is a reason, we search the night sky.

date:7/29/21

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Anselmo Boles July 29, 2021 at 10:15 PM So much beauty emerged from its simplicity. A fine piece Meru Groen!...ab Meru Groen August 3, 2021 at 9:48 AM Thank you Anselmo, your comment is both illuminating and kind.

Caren Krutsinger July 29, 2021 at 8:57 PM "There is a sweet sound, called the gentle rain. Whispers in the night, " Such a delicate and beautiful poem, especially that line. Meru Groen August 3, 2021 at 9:52 AM Thank you Caren, I could say the same of you.