Rain drops falling softly onto untruth <br />Wandering ways of every occasion <br />And bring in the flowing forward's spring youth <br />Take out and sweep every old abrasion <br />Water keeps still exquisite moments bounds <br />That soon will find the vaults and they divide <br />To have again the flowing occurring grounds <br />Which begun to rise with the in coming tide <br />Every outline is together for always <br />In deep dark clouds or the empty vast sky <br />Of which its one is looking to amaze <br />Bring their freshness to the splendid new rye <br />Have not the fair for a month of Sundays <br />Inside of each growth are withering ways<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/6-from-100-love-poems/
