Tuesday, April 14, 2015

April rain

  I step outdoors to feel your kiss,
descending from the sky;
Your touch, in form of Heaven's mist,
A bridge from you to I;
Gentle drops of water fall,
Tender is your touch;
I join with ducks and heron now,
to know we are loved much;
Before the day swirls carry me,
Before the problems mount,
Before I head down my own ways,
I stand beneath your fount!
Rob Smith

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