NATURE IS SO PRISTINE
AND TO LEARN FROM IT I AM SO KEEN
THE GRASS I LAY UPON IS SO VERDANT
ITS BEAUTY IS JUST SO EVIDENT
CLOSING MY EYES AS I LET MYSELF COALESCE
WITH IT
BUT WAS INTERRUPTED BY A SILENT DROP
CLOUDS GROWL AS THEY LIT
REFLECTING THROUGH MY EYES …ANOTHER DROP
NOSTALGIC IS ALL I FEEL
WHILE IT RAINS SEREIN
RUNNING FROM MY OWN GLEE
MY LEGS FELT CAREEN
I CAN’T STOP, I CAN’T THINK
THESE VOICES THEY WON’T LET ME BLINK
MIXED WITH THE RAINS VOICE, THEY ARE DIFFERENT
BUT WHY DO THEY SAY THE SAME THING
“THESE AREN’T TEARS
BUT SALTY
RAINDROPS OF PAIN
THAT’S HOW YOU
HID THEM ALL THESE YEARS
AS YOU LET THEM
GET MIXED WITH RAIN”
I STOPPED CATCHING MY BREATH AND RETURNED TO
THE PRISTINE SPOT
IN SEARCH OF CLEARING MY MIND, I THOUGHT
“WOUNDS FIND
THEIR HEALING IN THIS QUITE REFRAIN,
THE STORM WILL
CLEAR THE AIR, AND SO WILL THE PAIN.”
-In the midst of darkness, light persists
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