The screen whitish,a wash, a bath...sabbat...

The screen whitish
As put up by Her
The rains so good so fair
As if a wash me takes
In Her cool calm shiny lake
As if me takes a bath
A Holy Holy Free Sabbath...

The rains so generative
The rains dreamy gigantic
Takes me to another time
To catch a glimpse of Her eternal Time...

As if space small all She merges quite
As if times broken She stitches by Her mellowed Light...

And causing a screeny misty rainy blur
She takes me to hills far
Where time just sits monastic
Where gongs sombre forever on ears stick...

Free like music painting a flow
She the rains with Happiness me bestows...

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