Pregnant clouds
Pour drops
Benign.
Little leaves
Rustle
Soft rain tunes.
Thoughts
And thunder
Drum together
As Love comes by
Again.
The heart hums
A forgotten song -
Dead words
Now alive
With meaning anew -
As Love comes by
Again.
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- musafir
- "A man is the history of his breaths and thoughts, acts, atoms and wounds, love, indifference, and dislike; also of his race and nation, the soil that fed him and his forebears, the stones and sands of his familiar places, long-silenced battles and struggles of conscience, of the smiles of girls and the slow utterance of old women, of accidents and the gradual action of inexorable law, of all this and something else too, a single flame which in every way obeys the laws that pertain to Fire itself, and yet is lit and put out from one moment to the next, and can never be relumed in the whole waste of time to come." Possession by A.S. Byatt
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4 comments:
It's a wonder how love can come again and again, melting all the resolve
@ brood_mode: Yes, it does. Glad you can see it!
I really like the gentleness that runs like a strong through this poem, holding it together. Very well felt and written.
@ .:a:. : Glad you could perceive it; thought it wasn't apparent. I was just trying out something new! I guess one must have a 'feel' for words in order to write effectively.
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