Renaissance

Fogs of memory drift in time

Dark clouds let go of weeping sky

Droplets fall upon our goodbyes

unquenched earth swallows sorrowed sigh

 

Rivulets now run deep below

Slithering nightmares will forgo

Searching for seed to feed with flow

thirsting for life that needs to grow

 

Germination; thrusting root

Stalking stems desiring shoot

Climbing higher must transmute

Heart mending in tangles of pursuit

 

Earth displaced with leaflet to Sun

Memories new beaded and strung

Buds aim to blossom; walls undone

Flowering love new and homespun

 
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No crying in the rain,

No crying in the rain, contrived or voluntarily, but for the germinant seed a blessing from above! And the ensuing blossoms shall petal forth a fresh newness.


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