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My rain
A splotch of red, on a grey background.
Ribbons of green, streaming down.
Sparkles shimmer in the splotch of red.
This is my dream as I lay in bed.
The rain has lifted and the sun begins to rise.
The storm has passed, leaving clear blue skies.
Every single trace has been nearly wiped away.
Hope dawns brightly...a new beginning, a new day.
The only trace of rain that to the human eye shows...
Are the glistening water droplets on the petals of the rose.
Ribbons of green, streaming down.
Sparkles shimmer in the splotch of red.
This is my dream as I lay in bed.
The rain has lifted and the sun begins to rise.
The storm has passed, leaving clear blue skies.
Every single trace has been nearly wiped away.
Hope dawns brightly...a new beginning, a new day.
The only trace of rain that to the human eye shows...
Are the glistening water droplets on the petals of the rose.
Published 30th Nov 2012
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