Rainy Days

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Rainy Days

Rain...Rain...
Follow me to the sun.
I will lead you there so our eyes
will then see the clear. Clearness
of purity, and perfection.
\Rain...Rain...
Brings mud and sadness
Dirty is the darkness within.
Glide with me on the bridge to Light.
Lighten up the darkest within.
\Rain...Rain...
Take my hand and come with me...
Upon the bridge into the light, we will see
clear...Clearly throughout the night.

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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