Morning Poem, February 22, 2017

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In the warm, steady rain

I look out and away

Into mist and into grey

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I remember old days

When I walked in the rain

Home from school and out to play

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There is something beyond

Where the rain comes from

It hides now and anon

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It was present in life

When the closed doors came open

And fortune smiled bright

And darkness was broken

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Copyright 2017

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