After the rain,
the streets sparkle.
The sun shines.
Kids play ball.
Bicycles ride by.
Couples walk hand in hand.
The air sings with laughter,
drifting from diners at the sidewalk cafe.
A dog sleeps in the shadows.
A new day.
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WASH AWAY MY SORROW
Please wash away my sorrow and pain. The ocean may take it far away, Let the rain grow harder with its might, My body grows cold from the rain. |
NEW BEGINNINGS
The rain hits the puddles
in a staccato rhythm.
Tree branches hang low,
weighted with water.
Flowers lift their faces
for their morning washing.
The cold, crisp rain
refreshes and renews.
The clouds wring dry.
The sun returns
to brighten the day.
The air smells clean.
A new day dawns.
A new beginning.
Lost in the rain.
Beaten down.
Alone.
Drifting.
Tired.
Wet.
Ready to give up.
On life.
On the world.
Curled up in a ball.
Ready for my last breath.
Then the unexpected happens.
The sun comes out.
The birds begin to chirp.
A wet breeze hits my face.
I look up into the sun.
I don’t feel alone anymore.
I feel alive.
I’m happy I waited.
Waited for time to pass.
For time to heal old wounds.
I’m ready to face the day.
The colors of nature are
Bright and fresh,
Soothing and serene,
Beckoning for you to take
A stroll through the flowers and
Inhale their sweet fragrance.
Take time to appreciate nature
And all it has to offer.
Raindrops on my mind.
A feeling of cleanliness.
How can we resist its pull?
It draws us to the window.
To watch its majestic descent.
It washes away all dirt and impurities.
Wash me.
Make me fresh and new.
Who can ask for anything more?
~ sunshine by the sea
Come to me.
Don’t stop.
I want to feel your wetness.
Your salty freshness.
Between my toes.
In my hair.
Come to me.
Night Walk – {by Tiina Törmänen} | {Official WebSite}
A walk alone in the dark.
Feel the cold.
Smell the trees.
Hear the snow falling.
Watch the stars sparkle.
Engage all your senses.
No interference.
No voices.
No noises.
Only clean, fresh air.
And you.
ALIVE
Our minds can soar
to the heavens above.
They can reach new heights
like the flight of a dove.
Imagination keeps us fresh.
Keeps our minds alive.
Don’t live your life
to barely survive.
Dream of fresh ideas.
New places to explore.
Ways to expand your knowledge.
Until you reach for more.
SUSANNE LEIST 