Soul Ranger
Posted on February 7, 2022 by TBS
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The sounds of rain
wet and beating
outside
the open pane
Soothing damp melody
falling upon my brow
listening peacefully
yet knowing somehow
Things are never what they seem
like me, lying here
in this misty dream
A soul with
troubles and trials
plenty to bear
lies content
listening to the rain
without a care
healing as torrents
lightly wash and roll
in wind-blown waves
caressing my soul
No anxious thought
or trouble near
just the sound of pattering rain
falling on my ear
In the morrow
trouble will come and strife arrive
let the morrow be
for this moment’s peace
will keep me alive
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I like your poem very much. I look forward to reading more of your poetry!