When The Rain Doesn't End
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Heaven's drizzle
upon me falls
it's cold,
heaven calls
Soaked my soul
from head to sole
withering, cooling
my body goes down
that old road again
downhill, now
cycling, six days
of effort
and then
that holy day of rest...
one...
angelic flight
descending
from high thrones
to show the way
back
again
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