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Inspiration from changing out of wet clothes...final product from something much more. |
| I tasted of the rain water today It was sweet in its own essence But to compare it to anything else It was bitter I could taste something peculiar Inside this water from Heaven’s gate I could taste other’s woes in life I tasted my own pain I tasted my years on the mat I tasted the death of a child Even though, mine are not yet born And I cried I realized soon that this rain Is more than what it seemed, Because while this rain was cold It was warm I pondered that for a while, The paradox of the world And I realized this rain was not from the clouds But tears from eyes Eternal |