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| A series of water logged clouds over Himalayas c alled a squall line. |
dripping down,
Constant pitter patter
on my window-sill!
The fine trickles
Sneaking around
the rounded stones
In a hurry to reach
the earth within!
The tiny seed,
A memory indeed
Of a long forgotten
Old tree,
Chopped down by the
Relentless woodcutters,
Creeps to life
And returns
Above the soil,
Plunging through the
Softened earth,
Forgiving everyone in its wake!
Of hope,
Love,
Loss
Death
And life!
For She is back!
Inspired by Claribel's poem "Rain" written for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads !
Also shared with Poetry Pantry at Poet's United!
Also shared with Poetry Pantry at Poet's United!
