it is still, like the wind
after the rain has finally passed
and the surface of the earth
is dampened by the washing
brought by the One who knows…
even time must approach with hesitation,
will her graceful slumber sooth away
the darkness, the shadows, the shame
of a soft, melting rain
who cools the summer’s burning
breath, the sprinkle of light
following, her caress
like melancholy,...
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