In day's early morning light
and summer rain does fall.
Where silence plays it's tune
to calls of collared doves,
and city rumble is yet at distance.
One sits and misses the night,
in comfort of restful solitude.
Where day's symphonies does,
not mask the mighty sound.
of this space made empty,
as you are no longer there.
copyright © Rob Snow 2010. All rights reserved.
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