The Rain

I can hear the rain

falling form the sky.

It does not bring me joy

It does not bring me pain

it simply washes away everything

 

it cleans away the memories

of times that were forlorn.

it can wash away the

feelings that come from below

like hate and suffering.

 

As the bad things go

the good things seem to come

… but after a while

rain also takes the love.

 

 

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If I Died Today

Sometimes I wonder

What would happen if I died?

At times I want to know

Who would cry?

Who would grieve?

Who would comfort with kind lies,

And who would comfort with harsh truths?

 

Sometimes I wonder

What would happen if I died?

I want to believe

That people would cry

And grieve, telling others

Kind lies: ‘she will always be with us’

Or harsh truths: ‘She’s gone, you can’t help her.’

 

Sometimes I wonder

What would happen if I died?

I feel the need to know

Who would care?

If anyone would

Who would be there to share my life?

To tell what I did, whom I loved, and what I believed.

 

Sometimes I wonder

What would happen if I died?

Some people would grieve

Some people would cry.

But do we ever ask

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The Whistling Wind

The wind that whistles

Through the trees,

And combs the grass

With a gentle breeze.

 

The wind will hide

A child’s screams

The wind will bring back

 Laughter and dreams

 

The wind will carry

Hope and joy

The wind will bring

A storm to destroy

 

The wind will come,

The wind will go.

If you listen you will know

From whence it comes

 And where it goes

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