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The moment

The rain, falling down
to caress your face,
your tender face
standing over there.
Then the raindrops
fall to the ground,
one by one,
transforming into water,
plain water.
The existence
of a raindrop,
it's pure shape,
falling down
from above and lands
on your face.
Just to praise
the form
of an angels face.


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Poetry by Kenneth Sorensen
Dikt av poeten Kenneth Sørensen