Rainfall
Feel the rainfall
Invisibly growing
All the day of silent sound
All the way, the way around
The world was whirling in it's space
Casting shadows upon your face
Some were somber shades of blue
Without number nothing true
To be knowing now
Only false words spoken
Flying down below
The skies close, unbroken
Radiation flowing
Invisibly glowing
And afterall
Feel the rainfall
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2021-06-19 at 19:30
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