Ever have you seen the parched soil?
Seeking and praying for the mercy of the lord? All deserted and dry?
Life that has never been lived?
I had seen all of it.
And one bright day when your footsteps echoed,
it poured dear!
It rained like for the dearth of the earth heavens cried.
The willow tree, scarcely covered and all it's leaves dried and withered;
The flowers that had never bloomed, that never made it alive;
I saw them there- gay and perfectly fine.
Death never did visit again.
Butterflies nibbled for nectar, and now not in vain.
A landscape of winter dear, at your footstep I had seen it all change...
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Azure...A collection of emotions
PoesíaWhen you lose someone, you try to remember that last time you saw them. and most of the times it is a blurry memory, because at that time you had no idea it would be the last...
