Dear friend

 

Sometime the falling rain must stop

silently the rainbow comes

the birds begin to sing

I’ll take my cue from spring

it’s time to be born again;  the spirits

of the plants all around me are telling me

to grow to blossom,  to flower and give up the perfume

of my soul; I know it’s tuberoses that come to me in my

fields of dreams  and my muse demands a stream of poetry

to drive away the draught so here it  comes from the bottom of my heart

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