piper and poet
Original poems by C. Harlan Goodrich
Thursday, December 28, 2017
drops of rain
the sky opened
and from the clouds
fell all of my lifetimes
and each moment
like drops of rain.
i shook my head in wonder
at the sadness we each endure,
and the marvels we are witness to
along the way.
5/6/1992
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