Winter Rain
Rain falls softly to the ground
As I look out my window,
Caressing the Earth like
The hand of a gentle lover;
I look out and watch the droplets
And let them take my thoughts to
Distant things like a lone ship
Sailing into the horizon;
Slowly they come and envelop
Me and take me up to the sky,
Drifting, drifting away . . .
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