Rainy Morning


I stepped into a rainy morning…

To be… flooded…

Leaving the smell of balms on the whispering lips…

And where the horses snorted

On the trampled grass,

The wind was throttling mist with his soft, but wet palms…

I saw the sun to spread its wings,

The ray of light sliding through mud,

I had to walk thousands of miles to find the spring of my own blood…

The bees were humming in the barren flowers,

When I snatched them from the scatted showers…

I left the dried-up balms on a shelf,

Because I had to find myself…


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