©Aislynn d'Merricksson, 2005
Rumbles and grumbles from steel-grey clouds
roll through the night.
Rivulets of water trickle down slanted panes as
rain gently patters against the window,
relaxing the weary heart of the solitary
reader tucked in the lonely cubby,
reminiscing on days long past.
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Music of the Heart
PoetryPoetry sings the soul. It strums the heartstrings, enlivening. Inspiring. The poems within are a symphony of the soul, the music of my heart. There are serious poems, the solemn chords of cello and violin. There are happy poems, the carefree trill...
