Rainy Days

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Rainy Days

Rain...Rain...
Follow me to the sun.
I will lead you there so our eyes
will then see the clear. Clearness
of purity, and perfection.
\Rain...Rain...
Brings mud and sadness
Dirty is the darkness within.
Glide with me on the bridge to Light.
Lighten up the darkest within.
\Rain...Rain...
Take my hand and come with me...
Upon the bridge into the light, we will see
clear...Clearly throughout the night.

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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