RAINING DOWN WROTE A VERY CERTAIN GLOWA Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudleythe view is not in volume one the first edition as always hides points for bottom talking, taking off on suppling more bulbs in holes
to adnate here so soft sends up my own tulips amongst the next best thing to ornate here so I lift'd high my own hilltops under the volcanoso true you on a warm breeze of blank sheetsI will fill indeed above the lines calls up the divine in woe lost to youwe glide on to go head over rocks heels turning on every stone hereseems for times yet reforming to the despair in awhile treasuresonly floating around at pages be a-leaf without anymore or wooden slats bending air beneath me weepI see the dark sweep upward far inside a-crying need a-sweet imprint of sleepso, the big tree from every top comes every bottom rung are from verses all puzzled over closerand to spirits to sing outta time again listens for a changedash away fear dash away it all some unknown stillness on behalf existhave you to seefully upon thy efforts of a bucket and pouring a watering can now matters much to go instead sweeps up, keeps up repairing much each extra piece lost and found spinning and swirling two more are sailing raining down a very certain glow upon low praises warmthin these enjoyments, isn't its content enuff.what contains problems at last behind merose, rose, rose at first flight if, it was rather deeplong streams they're all stemsout of later on to roses seen whereas so swellhorizon over arches gonna live overall shapes and sizes drops perhaps also special expressions happens that's really darkin a little while back in the lack of it not of itwhat will it say every drop blew every farewell in short wears awayevery farewell strange will recall across onein free form at dawn was in the soft light falls a-bellflat spot on the ground you can see rightly through observing disquiet darknessfinding the night finding them both a-watching outdevoid of much stuff these movements and at that laidin the heart glittering we went togethera-sunken away later on across sands pullsacross branches lulls and of much occurs by ordeals has echoes as one waveoh, hold onto this raining down wrote
up above again seeing how we all gave a-kind thing longing counting down on and on and on all unconcealed in the wind if you can see it as bright hopes interscopes wandering perhaps in woes oh, come oncounts on returning unknowing, wanting new hopes interscopes wandering checking it out on broken sticks weaving me to a-hurried look torn shadowsit's real heavy ahead and how if so ever grown oh, do you still? I will feel indeed above the skylines
several more of its parts to be several more of its leaves counts on zero the paperbacks of old flownreturning over it Something is so hollow'd
turning cold going out to relight it becomingly from something gone that is inceasingly advancing on unto the past of bright lines as we devolved it better yourself beheld it reattached on the shelf retraced
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Added on December 28, 2015 Last Updated on February 10, 2026 AuthorRobert Robbie Lord DudleyRiverside, NJAboutACROSS THE NIGHT'S SHINING ROAD COVERS ME, i'LL READ. Life, Thyme leeds rails rushes a begotten hold only copes oh, poetry a random ray of yellow light shining sky golden drops in fields trickles.. more.. |

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