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Pour on the roof-top,
sweet rain of oblivion;
wash away dust
and thick grime of the years.
Cleanse cluttered minds
of collected iniquity;
purify stains
massed from all unshed tears.



Long, stormy summer nights,
healing, transforming;
lightning,
electric shock-treatment for souls.
Thank you, oh Lord,
for each fresh opportunity.
You cleanse,
You comfort
and then make me whole.





By cherryk

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: FreeVerse - Stormy Summer Nights (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: FreeVerse - Stormy Summer Nights (challenge has been closed)


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