About heavy clouds
It rains today
Moisture. Mother earth taking care of her own
like an old woman
watering her flowers.
It calms the day
it stills the sunshine for a brief moment
as we breath the new air.
Washing away the pollen
like a tear
when the soul cries
gardening the spirit
as a soft blanket;
like a wet sigh of relief
when all is felt and known and dealt
with.
Poetry by Ivan R
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Written on 2018-06-16 at 21:41
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