The sounds repeated please the soul –
…We love the falling rain
That softly pitters on the porch
…And patters on the pane.
Alliteration fills our ears
…Like trilling r’s in Spain,
Like opera singers singing scales
…Of la la’s in a chain.
Perhaps it is the heart of man,
…The pulsing in the vein,
That whispers sweetly, whispers for
…A whispered back refrain.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2011.