~~~ Sunday ~ Mourning ~~~
May 11, 2024
~~~~~Sunday Mourning
Pouring slowly on the sleeping meadows
The mourning rain, so gentle & soft
Effortlessly wakes the sleeping flowers
With dew drops the trees carelessly tossed.
~~~~~(Within the twilight the storm clouds roll
~~~~~ & off in the distance the church bells toll.)
I wake to the sound of the thunder boom
& those tolling bells slowly crooning
Then I look upon the twilights grey gloom
& listen to the rain slowly pouring.
~~~~~( I close my eyes & I rest my head
~~~~~Within the warm comfort of my bed
~~~~~ & soon I am silently sleeping.)
~~~XXXII~~~
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