Poetry
Morning Rain
Wrapped in pieces of unspent pleasure
I paused to touch the palette of silence, the desire
I drifted inward to the consciousness of pain
And then, appeared a visage in the morning rain Saying
Hold a note dearly in a line of poetry
Listen to the rhythm of life softly
Yield to the touch of self-willed creation
Feel the boundless space with passion Come into being with the splendor of drenched universe
See limitless crystal drops fall to disperse
Sing with the alluring orchestra of wind
Hold gracefully the melody of living Life is but a travelling path, not all is fair
Embrace it and dare
I paused to touch the palette of silence, the desire
I drifted inward to the consciousness of pain
And then, appeared a visage in the morning rain Saying
Hold a note dearly in a line of poetry
Listen to the rhythm of life softly
Yield to the touch of self-willed creation
Feel the boundless space with passion Come into being with the splendor of drenched universe
See limitless crystal drops fall to disperse
Sing with the alluring orchestra of wind
Hold gracefully the melody of living Life is but a travelling path, not all is fair
Embrace it and dare
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