06 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.
Poem 007 Like soft rain on the morning rose
Like soft rain on the morning rose, the song from a murmuring stream,
the peace from which solitude flows, is life’s eternal theme
And we like these spring rain drops fall, for we shall meet and run,
for in the end we will meet again, all flowing into one
Like the heart of spring lies yearning, where tender kisses rain,
love and life returning, all hearts will bloom again
