jerome moore

Moments Tuned In - Poem by jerome moore

Cup your hands to the falling rain
See its transparencies and colors,
Watch the colors turn into sounds,
Sound becomes vision,
But don’t try to catch its flow,
Just let it bleed between your fingers...
Red breast and blue nose

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 3, 2013

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