Night Rain

Night Rain

I hold, I was held.
I give and was given.

And now the sky won’t exist.
And now the wind sings for me.

And there are angels in the cold
who have never seen the sun
who cry out mutely
for beauty
which is beauty.

And now it rains.
And now I know
what it is
to rain.

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