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secret lovers
Secret Lovers.
It was early I looked out of the window
rain was falling gently, not slashing down
from angry sky, more like a soft kiss
practised by some long married where passion
is a river in a landscape of peace.
Rain stopped, only a few bigger drops followed
like guard dogs behind a flock of sheep.
Finally the shepherd fell, more than a big drop, like
a ball of rain that when it hit the western wall
for a moment turned into a rainbow.
I had witnessed earth and sky making love an
occurrence only early raisers may hope to see.
It was early I looked out of the window
rain was falling gently, not slashing down
from angry sky, more like a soft kiss
practised by some long married where passion
is a river in a landscape of peace.
Rain stopped, only a few bigger drops followed
like guard dogs behind a flock of sheep.
Finally the shepherd fell, more than a big drop, like
a ball of rain that when it hit the western wall
for a moment turned into a rainbow.
I had witnessed earth and sky making love an
occurrence only early raisers may hope to see.
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