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Rain Meets Wind There is a kind of abandonment how you come meet the earth And sparkle for just that little whilst before glistening a teardrop farewell down a quivering grass blade. Still you remain till like a memory stirred by a gentle wind, you rose invisible, and in shades of white set the clouds in the brilliant sky. Graced with fleeting lightness, you skip hither and tither, a young heart just born of gladness, only too clear that he the wind is near. He is there seen but unseen; existed because you existed, He guides the way you toss and heave, hand in hand paints white on blue of imaginations wild and free. When rain and wind meets, there's sweetness in the air; they are happy just being. Though the grass may quiver once more the days for skyward rendezvous are everlasting. |
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