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Open your hands
Where there could be dust
There could be diamonds
If there could be a Nirvana
She doesn't love me but she's reading my poems.
Flowers blooms as sun smiles
and all gloom fades
Hope reappears
as the cold disappears

Season of new beginning
a chance to start living
or to stop everything
and hear the birds sing
'This Spring'
 Apr 2017 Hallucinate BoY
Colm
My voice is in the falling rain
A crashing rolling weeping realm
My song of storms proudly proclaims
These clouded skies are falling down

Back to the earth from whence they came
A moist collection careening down
To crash into the waterways
And sing my song clear and aloud

Into your ears I whisper rain
And share my secrets so profound
As droplets cleanse the concrete stains
They sweep away the sorrow sounds

So here I sits by window panes
To smell the sky and taste the clouds
Though thunder rolls and storms berates
My song remains like falling sounds
Sometimes when the words are just right. They just all align and walk through the door together in unison. Or at least so it was with this creation. Be sure and listen to me read it on my SoundCloud account. Link below. And thank you for reading, sharing, commenting, and following along as you feel called. (:

https://soundcloud.com/user-433755196/falling-rain
There's no reason
why I should stop loving you
just because we're no longer in love.
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