Softly Falling Rain
By Gunslinger
The Softly Falling Rain The fog in San Francisco, Comes rolling from the Bay. To bring to dreamers visions, Of kingdoms far away. Where virgins still are waiting_ And dragons to be slain... You can taste the salt of all their tears- In the softly falling rain. There is no time for dreaming- In the bustle of this life... We poets are a dying lot, Amid it's trials and strife. The age when we were welcome- Will never dawn again- Our tears like theirs are washed away, By softly falling rain. Written February 19th, 2002 © on Feb 19 2002 10:16 AM PST, John R. Yaws 0 • 10
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