Cleansing Rain

Different
Little different days
Mysteries
Along the way.

Another time
Without a rule,
Another guilty
Crowded school.

To remember life
Alone so free,
To be the captain
Of your ship,
Another quiet sea.

Another laughter
Without shame,
Another cleansing rain.

by Sandra Osborne

Comments (1)

A truly lovely poem. Made me feel somewhat mellow. I hope that with growing experience, age and practice that one day I will be able to write and express myself like you seem to manage so effortlessly.