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Aksel Waldemar Johannessen
I hear leaves drinking rain;
I hear rich leaves on top
Giving the poor beneath
Drop after drop;
'Tis a sweet noise to hear
These green leaves drinking near.
And when the Sun comes out,
After this Rain shall stop,
A wondrous Light will fill
Each dark, round drop;
I hope the Sun shines bright;
'Twill be a lovely sight.
William Henry Davies
just love that poem!
SvaraRaderaDebbie, Funderar på att läsa hans (Davies) självbiografi, finns hos Gutenberg.
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