A
drop of rain
rolling
over my fingers
refreshing,
yet so beautiful.
a
bead so unabated
as
I think of you
walking
through the pathways of my heart.
a
clarion of sound
from
a towering building
overlooking
a gigantic cataclysm
of
emotion
enthroned
by your walked pathways.
From “In the Mist of A Dream”
published in 1970
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