Often we hear a calling
then yearn in heart or mind to follow
To seek comfort in truth
of touching beauty
Know the bliss of a
kissing rain which falls
soft upon each petal of pain
and, for one sweet moment
soothes as a caress of silk
to waiting skin.
So caught up in lifes rush
there’s no time to observe as we each
try to bend the world to our will
To shape it in this land of illusion.
And, no-one sees the
tears we cry
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This is not how I feel. These are just some thoughts that wanted to have their say.