But softly
Morning rain
To touch
Imperfect skin
Eyes upward
To a quelling
Thoughts and tears
Swelling.
Idle is
Sky above
Shaking hand
Comforts love
Moment trembles
Reborn again
Endless cycle
Sweet refrain.
Eye of dawn
Now slowly closes
Sweeps away
The hour poses
Its tender frame
Its wanton need
The beating heart
Life it feeds.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Good write N. I got soaked by that softly morning rain - I forgot me brolly! How about you?! lol.
i WATCHED IT FROM INDOORS LOL
Ah good! lol.
Indeed how that simple substance is so necessary for life itself. So tightly woven in the fabric of life its pattern of condensation and evaporation essential for all. A blessing from above to those below. Nicely written
thanking you for read, appreciated
You are most welcome
idle is sky above
shaking hands
comforts love
A very poetic form of haiku .
thanks for reading as always your comments much appreciated
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