Let it comeA Poem by Faith
That rain, falling with the silence of snow on my doorstep.
Each piece of me dances outside of my head so that only my eyes may see. Visions and sensations wisp around, so tangible in their remarkable descend from my mind. Scattered pieces of heaven falling to the floor like that rain at my door. © 2015 FaithReviews
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