Slipping silently down each page
Words falling down
Like rain.
I wipe the thoughts from my mind
Ink watercolor dreams
For you.
Grey days as drops slide seamlessly across
The windows of the soul
Sentences alive.
Clouds obscured sunlight reaches through
Drying the indigo print
Pages wrinkled, smoothed.
Does it reach you through the storm
When the heart lies broken
Healing words to make whole?
If nothing were spoken in ancient texts
Would it matter what was never said
What was never brought forth?
Ah sweet rain wash clear the path
Leave the eyes refreshed
Cleansed.
So much more to say as typhoon wind
Blowing the pages too fast
To capture a memory too quickly lost.
If the rain had never fallen
And words just never spoken
Earth quiet, a lonely place to be.
Thoughts on what if we never wrote, if beautiful thoughts were never put down, what would this world be?
Thank you my friend, been a weird and crazy day π much appreciated. π
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Staying positive is a necessity, as much as hugs and smiles, so have both!
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Thank you so much π been off a bit lately, change in weather and body aches….trying to keep positive π
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One of my favorites I have to say!
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And yours also my friend π and so many others too numerous to count π thanks Kat π
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Me too π thanks Morgan π
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Thanks so much π that makes me so very happy to know π
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Lovely poem, Kim. I can’t imagine the world without the beauty of your words. π
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So beautiful and so thought-provoking. I think the world would be a much more sad and violent place without such beauty being present.
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I love this! It’s beautiful!
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