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bring in the rain
bring in the rain
her rocking chair was hushed,
the metric creaking ceased
and sprinkles fell gently
like a supple cotton blanket.
she no longer smiled.
her feeble hands were folded
while a sweet summer breeze
softly kissed her unyielding lips.
persistent raindrops fell
singing a final melody
to the old lady who waited
for the kiss of visiting angels.
her journey now complete,
the fragrance of roses
growing in a parched land
beckoned the angels
to bring in the rain.
tolbert
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wayne tolbert
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