Flowers
 
Spirit of Rain
While rain is falling
A heart opens wide
To hear a spirit calling
From the other side

The tears are softly  falling
Wind whispers them to me
Of a heart so full of feeling
In a friend across the sea

Another who is sensitive
With special abilities
He feels things most strongly
When one is cut he bleeds
With emotions swirling rampant
Undercurrent of tumultuous sea

He shields this beauty from others
The pain and pleasure hides
Obscuring view from others
His depth of love inside

Transcending all distance
With his words
That walk tenderly
Into the hearts
Of those who see
Through the transparency
The beauty of his soul
While rain is falling.

Genie (December 29th 1997)
Genie wrote this poem after she was
so much moved by my 'Rainfall'.
 
 
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