Precipitation
The sky is painted, trembling, dripping
A rose does not fear rain, the rain a rose
Barefoot is the rose breathing earth, skipping
Collecting drops of dew, keeping noble pose
The flowers hold, enchanting in their grace
Rain is unchanging, like great tears for beauty
Petals wet, they bleed, droplets flood to race
Nothing more soft than a day that is rainy
And so on the rose is soaking here now
In its aura of crimson and clover
I walk and I manage to stop somehow
And I dream now of the sunshine looked over
Air is damp but drying, I miss the rain
Sky that is painted puts sunshine to shame
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Nichelle Clark • Oct 15, 2014 at 7:13 am
I like your poem Hepzi, it’s different and I like it.
Maddy McKay-Pfieffer • Oct 14, 2014 at 8:27 pm
this is an amazing poem, its really thought provoking.