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Taste the Rain
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In an old cabin
some scarlet wine
in a candlelit glass.
Letting go, immersed
in the warmth
of a cast iron hearth,
one will easily drift.
Visions may come.
And if you are ever
on a mountain path,
stop and rest.
Taste the rain
on a summer’s dust.
In the early twilight,
bow to the horizon.
Over rounded buttes
and ridge line breaks,
lightning can move
in an amethyst sky.
A silence will come
soon enough.