Words For The Soul

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~JULY RAIN~




Oh bathe me with 
Your gentle drops
The lakes are barren
Once again
As summer has arrived
Fields of green are now brown
Oceans filled
 With man's debris
Only echoes of children
Building castles in the sand

Oh bathe me in abundance
Replenish my Soul 


 







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