Aug 21, 2015, 10:54 AM

Taste of Shared Rain 

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The orchard of the heavens
pours the juice of land and sky
unto the ungrateful;
amongst them, you and I

 

And if tired hands
let go of frail shelter
I will be there, 
not as witness, 
but to bury burning fingers,
woven into thirsty layers
(my willow-woman's hair)

 

And the rain will spring up scarlet bloom, 
a fruit of warmth, a shared taste for two.

 

And should you hold fast to the dry
I may show you in another life,
that taste of wonder,
where I will be the rain,
and you, the weeping willow
fondled in the thunder...

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  • Иска ми се да се уча и да се усъвършенствам, затова, една молба към всички: моля, не пестете критики. Ако имате такива, нека са конкретни! Благодаря.
    Ева и Йоана, благодаря ви за думите
  • Много нежност струи от стиховете ти...
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