Aug 21, 2015, 10:54 AM
Taste of Shared Rain
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, ...
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, ...
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