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Paulette RivaitA Memory - A Distant Rain
I was enjoying my chair, my drink, My skin being eased over by the night’s breeze Being barefoot Toes touching fine, black earth Leaving my chair to walk on a carpet of pine As often as my feet wanted to What freedom I hear something, from high Sounds of movement, approaching the trees Just listening, for I couldn’t see beyond my wall of pines So tall that they almost hid the stars Their canopy of roof It's close now Before I can decide to take cover It passes over my canopy Pulsing and fading I don't move, protected in nature's room It leaves a mist Nothing compares to the beauty Of the sound of distant rain |
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