Sometimes we forget the sweetness of peppered kisses from the rain.
Sometimes we forget the nurturing embrace of her downpours.
That rhythmic thrum of life.
Tilt your head up and close your eyes. And
Let her wash it all away;
all of yesterday's pains.
--- Ink and Wander
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Poetry - inking my soul (1)
PoesíaI am trying my hand at original poetry, because sometimes the heart and soul demand to speak even when you refuse to. This is my first collection - and it consists of 20 poems. I have written more than 20 which should have been part of this collecti...
