Raindrops, I have longed
For nineteen years, I sang songs
Hoping you would drop with grace,
On this drought-struck land.
Travellers brought water cans,
Liquid of different hues to spray
Fruity, salty, and bitter-sweet,
To quench my thirst, for a chance.
Cracks would fade from the ground,
Then a seedling would sprout below his hand
An ounce of hope for life,
On this forgotten land.
But the sun would scorch their skin
That they'd find shade far far away,
Leaving their buckets, cans, and hopes,
And my soul astray...
passing // 042521
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kinesus: a poetry collection
PuisiWords, how I love them, especially when my heart weaves them into verses that mirror facets of life, most I have worn and seen, some I merely envision. Regardless, the words brought me here, the same way it brought you to me. This is kinesus, a coll...
