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Monday, June 16, 2014

Cleansing Rain

A Cleansing Rain
by Brian Thomas Armstrong

Simple tears cleanse my soul
They gently role from cheek to cheek
They heal my wounds of self-infliction
They turn my heart’s aggression meek
My emotions drain and re-arrange in patterns on my face
Dark laced clouds accumulate
And send their cleansing pain
But bright new colors sometimes follow rain