Rain;
The day, now passed,
Turns to dreaming;
Tired feet, rest before a gentle
Heat, a voice calls
From the heart of somewhere familiar.
Tell me now;
What do you see?
Before you, behind
The softly rising steam,
Beyond it all;
Where does your silver dawn
Break?
Here, there,
Beyond the horizon;
Journeys end;
Rest –
Listen, now, to the rain,
For you are dry now
And not alone.
Beautifully written 😊
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