Angelic Rain
Does anyone hear the sound of the innocent rain.............
I sculpt her beauty from within my sanctuary
charcoal upon a snow white canvas
from within, I call out her name, Rain........Rain........my sweet loving Rain
your satin grace of wings so pure
your spirit of love and truth so clear
eyes of green
white skin of silk
may your presence surround in a cleansing birth
come to me and guide me through..........
I sculpt her beauty from within my soul
the purest of hosts, thy rain of gold
I lay back in a mist of a heavenly hymn
I raise my arms and cry out once again
Rain.....
Rain.....
Rain..........
I listen to the sound of the innocent Rain............
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Rain, The Story
Poet:Rick Parise
A Rambling Poet Contest
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