The River and The Rain

The flowing, twisting, murky ways of a river flowing of an eternal grace.
Healing powers drench the desert heart until you feel as if you are falling apart.
The rain pours down your distorted face and melts until you can see the grace.
It keeps on falling.
It keeps on falling.
It keeps on falling.

poem by RosaLee Marybeth
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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