BreakthroughA Poem by PeteInvariably our best nights were those when it rained. - ThoreauI like the way it smells after a rain. The ones that go all night. Just before the clouds depart and the sun is sworn in. Everything humbled. Quietude incarnate out of respect and awe. All made right again. Starting anew. Incapable of betrayal and lies. Because it has to be. Washed truth. A restoration of faith. The way it was meant to be. Like an addict, I can't get enough. I inhale my fix. Breathe my allotment. Infuse my ration. A miraculous dawn. So I can continue on ... © 2020 PeteAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on April 1, 2020 Last Updated on April 2, 2020 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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