The sound of rain
after a long winter,
a balm in the wake
of protracted pain.
In the darkness,
muted poetry;
in the warming of the earth,
joyful consolation.
after a long winter,
a balm in the wake
of protracted pain.
In the darkness,
muted poetry;
in the warming of the earth,
joyful consolation.
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