Healing Rain



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Strips of goodbyes
Haphazardly scattered
On the bedroom floor;
A swing-swing-swing
Of enfeebling emotions
On your withered face.
What must be done
When the weary heart
Has opted to give up?
Yet, I discern the song
Of the insistent rain.
Shalt we heed, again,
Its soothing lullaby?

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