Rainy Spring Day

Today’s character is not of spring
The rain hangs no gold-feathered birds
Life is a foreign song today
I cannot recognize the Earth
I am mere being, without sun
An invisible palm at the edge of space
With love enough at the center
To dangle down, the slow rain wept branches
Today feels like Autumn
Cold and nesty, with Nature’s bronze distances
Life is a foreign song today
I will step aside, and be the final observer
Of mere being and transparent spirit
And live a clear day of no memories.

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