The beauty of the moment
A smooth sheet of rain supply
I see in the air surrounded by
The smell of wet earthlike scent
My eyes enjoying this rendezvous
To the delight of this magnificent view
Whilst' evening clouds making its creation
Under heavenly saturation
Untrampled footsteps wander
In puddles of tears that gather
Dropping from sky weep
Creating tears, that are weeping deep
I very well see, soon, thereafter
Silver shadows appear
As lightening wavers
A plethora of angelic creatures
Across the night sky strife
Soaring thru the storms of life
© daniel miltz
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