The rain heals the dust,
it washes the air,
it touches the skin
like a mother’s hand.
From A Poem A Day: Latin America
A Poem A Day by Romilly Wilde
366 poems day-by-day for a leap year
366 poems day-by-day for a leap year
The rain heals the dust,
it washes the air,
it touches the skin
like a mother’s hand.
From A Poem A Day: Latin America
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