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Words from the Rain

Keith Fowler             

                                                                 Poet’s, put down your

Pen, words drift to heaven
Above, gaining angels favors
Close weary eyes, wrap wounded
Hearts, dry moistened tears
Cease wandering trails of
Rhyme and reasons, turned
Inside out, fleshed touched
Journeys, come in from the
Cold, tomorrow calls from
Before the hall of days.