11:06am

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I heard the raindrops on
my doorsteps.

Like metal tin cans.

Welcome home this gentle run.
Falling, searching, pounding on and on.

There is cedar in the breeze.
Birdies in the shower.
Muddy puddles for the children.

When I talk to rain.
O’ the world to listen.

 

Pull me afar.
Draft in the wisdom gull.

And when I return
I become blind that I may see.

I am rain.
I am thunder.
I am more now

than I ever was.`your Kindness sister Krissy Mosley

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Published by: Visionariekind

Krissy Mosley is a story-teller. Recalling history to build bridges of peace. A folklorist to bring sounds of joy and healing vibrations. Krissy Marie is a writer /feminist, mother advocating for change surrounding women’s rights and women's’ issues.

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