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Sunday, June 27, 2010

Poem for the day

Rainstorm

Sweet the soothing sound of rain
brushing, brushing across the wall
divine whisper of nature's shower,
making clean the trees.

Scent of clean washed grass,
mingled with watered stone,
speaks of newborn days
and the goodness of the morn.
Posted by SRdV at 5:03 PM
Labels: Poetry

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