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Silent...
Relaxed...
Cuddled up close...
Listening to the wind hurling
raindrops at our window.
Sensing...
the force of a trillion joyful tears
crashing into our vineyard,
pooling in low places,
finding ways to seep
deep into the soil where
the soaking
will surely nourish the roots
that will give birth to the grapes that
can turn water into wine.
Dedicated to my wife, Marilyn Rene Nicholas. Love you, Baby!
© 2019 Paul Howard Nicholas
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Lovely! ❤
Posted by: Denise Sanders-Boutte | February 14, 2020 at 12:59 PM