Vanilla Verse
Poetry, when I find the time.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
The Psalm
gently tapping
a bewildering beat;
ancient rapping,
a sound so sweet;
reaching out
with worn-out words
of times before us;
history heard
in the ups and downs,
the slurred scales;
the new notes
in life’s long tale:
the Psalm of Rain.
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