Raindrops touch my page with silent wonders, washing away what has been known so that the fruits of today can be born. The raindrops, that touch my nose, reach through the protruding skies that rest upon a horizon that may never be and is not needed, for all is found here in a soul that all the raindrops have washed clear. |
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"Tree Angel"
Sketch by Morning Star Nature's SongPoems expressing the voice and inspiration of the natural world. Poems
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by Morning Star (Sally Jordan Austin) |