Raindrops...

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Raindrops...

Let the raindrops poor, nourish the soil in which we came from. After the rain there is always Sunshine.

So! Don't fret through the small spots of drought that may come. Know
that soon, so shall the Raindrops.  Welcome them, rejoice in then sounds of Raindrops that fall on your Window pane.

Look out the Window, feel the way God touches your Soul. Relax in the Mysteries of "LIFE", flow like the water in the Oceans.

Bask in the Glory of the scene that could be so Serene.

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

StillaRose’s Poems (28)

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Pressing on... 0
HERE I GO AGAIN! 0
Drifting away... 0
Wondering Why? 0
Radomly speaking! 0
Father and Son, I shall always Love You... 0
Extending My Arms to You... 0
Ouietly knowing... 0
How shall Your Garden Bloom... 0
shaken not 0
Peeping over at Me, I see... 0
Poof be gone! 0
Forgive Me Father! 0
Simple Reflections 1
Scatterd Pictures... 1
Time gone by... 0
This thing called "LIFE" 0
Words spoken, yet not herd... 0
Raindrops... 0
It's been a long time... 1
I hear you 3
My words will remain... 1
Did ya think? 1
Thrones and Roses 1
The Jury 0
Adult Child 1
God! I need you now... 0
Still a Rose 2