let the rain come pierce me with the comfort of a slate washed clean renew my sense of wonder as the skies clear and final drops are turned to prisms by the sun's faithful rays06/19/2005Posted on 06/20/2005Copyright © 2025 Kimberly Bare
06/19/2005
Posted on 06/20/2005Copyright © 2025 Kimberly Bare
Excellent poem, a writer after my own heart
refreshing. Our externals can metamorphose our moods, affect us with in. beautiful.