Clouds gather overhead

Gripping in the moment

Blown with the breezes

Stilling down softly

Rain patters steady

Tolling in your heart these

Melodies spring up

Etchings in your mind

Trickle in your ears

To arrive

And disappear. 

© Erik Hansen 2015


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