#rainpoetry — Public Fediverse posts
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The Waiting Flame
The night leans near my door,and the rain is whispering there;the curtains breathe, the lamplight wanes,and something moves upon the air—not wind, not rain, but something morethan either, and less than a name. The room has grown strangely still;the clock is far away.The wine is warm, the window dark,the last pale edges of the dayhave fallen from the sill;and my heart, that would have slept,has waked beneath its quiet keeping. O beautiful night,how softly thou dost enter—not as a storm, […] -
The Waiting Flame
The night leans near my door,and the rain is whispering there;the curtains breathe, the lamplight wanes,and something moves upon the air—not wind, not rain, but something morethan either, and less than a name. The room has grown strangely still;the clock is far away.The wine is warm, the window dark,the last pale edges of the dayhave fallen from the sill;and my heart, that would have slept,has waked beneath its quiet keeping. O beautiful night,how softly thou dost enter—not as a storm, […] -
The Waiting Flame
The night leans near my door,and the rain is whispering there;the curtains breathe, the lamplight wanes,and something moves upon the air—not wind, not rain, but something morethan either, and less than a name. The room has grown strangely still;the clock is far away.The wine is warm, the window dark,the last pale edges of the dayhave fallen from the sill;and my heart, that would have slept,has waked beneath its quiet keeping. O beautiful night,how softly thou dost enter—not as a storm, […] -
The Waiting Flame
The night leans near my door,and the rain is whispering there;the curtains breathe, the lamplight wanes,and something moves upon the air—not wind, not rain, but something morethan either, and less than a name. The room has grown strangely still;the clock is far away.The wine is warm, the window dark,the last pale edges of the dayhave fallen from the sill;and my heart, that would have slept,has waked beneath its quiet keeping. O beautiful night,how softly thou dost enter—not as a storm, […] -
The Dark Truth Behind Beautiful Rain
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#substack #substackwriters #writing #writerscommunity #poetry #poemwriting #nature #rain #rainpoetry -
The Dark Truth Behind Beautiful Rain
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#substack #substackwriters #writing #writerscommunity #poetry #poemwriting #nature #rain #rainpoetry -
The Dark Truth Behind Beautiful Rain
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#substack #substackwriters #writing #writerscommunity #poetry #poemwriting #nature #rain #rainpoetry -
The Dark Truth Behind Beautiful Rain
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#substack #substackwriters #writing #writerscommunity #poetry #poemwriting #nature #rain #rainpoetry