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A sorry rain
Drips and drops.
My breathing
Almost stops.

I have an hour
To save the day,
The page beckons
I look away.

Music plays,
My spirit soars.
I open windows,
Open doors.

The poem forms,
The verses grow,
Another hymn
To grace and flow

Which leaves me
Scratching my head -
So much beauty,
So little said.

By Aengus

© 2009 Aengus (All rights reserved)


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