Fall pale rain of change on my face
The bird has flown away
From deep in her heart she sees it flying
With nests of evaporated sticks she falls
Knees rare on sand of beaches past
Puzzled and winding
The rain has made flowers,
they sleep soundly in beds of roses
Thorns from you are forgiving-
she holds smiles while running through them.
(7/15/2007)
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