Is It Rain
J
James McLain
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Cotton soft mist drips onto my face
are they not the tears of the lost
all around gathered near.
Torrents of life flooding this plain
with you can I trust in this river
again crossed with soul.
Mindful of wind sail filled the chill
heart of the rain quenched
my fire.
Oceans forever vast call your name.
Bu şiiri puanla
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