The dove will coobefore the summer rainthe magpie’s bugle call will come againThe thunder clapsthe birds they will refrainuntil the call to speaksuddenly – is hereThe smell of rainit stays within the scentthe scent is strongit encapsulates throughoutThe rain – now but a showerleaves its mark upon the dayand then the wind – it moves […]
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true love
A hand reached out in time of need, Like rain in time of drought. Fingers interlaced, accede, Like a bud that blooms from planted seed. A hand reached out, come what may, Empathy one need not borrow. Transfixed, like hand in glove, to stay, Ne’er for this love, in time, away. A hand reached out, no […]
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