Tuesday, July 23, 2013

This rain...this evening...

This rain
Intermittent
As she happens
Carries dreams
And flowery hope
Of more germination of green
And love like an upward slope...

A smooth glide
To land where no dreams ever died...

This rain
Intermittent
Carries songs
Of you waiting for infinite as if long
For me to turn at your door...
As if a boat through a gale reaching a destined shore...

This rain
Intermittent
Carries a take slow
Of life going with the flow...
As if living means no decadence, no pains...

This rain
Carries
You as the only pervading real sense...

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