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Pitter Patter

The pitter patter of the rain
As droplets hit the window pane
Soothed her much like a lullaby
 
And she found herself in a dream
Flying free, riding a moonbeam,
Streaking across the starlit sky!
 
All of the worries earlier today
Into a dustbin; and cast away
It’s pure joy she feels tonight
 
As she pirouettes among the stars
The moon, Venus and even Mars;
Untethered, free, unlike a kite!
 
And so it seems that every time
The worry clock begins to chime
When problems importune her soul
 
Her spirit takes her to such a place
Pure, uplifting, up there in space
To mend and make her being whole!
 
© F Aparici  12/07/2015

(2015)

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