Rain
Muddy body,
slimy spirit
and my wet vision doesn't identify you near.
All my fresh is drenched with water.
All my soul is imortally drowned.
(You will not come as usual, it's clear.)
Days of dryness.
Days of wild heats.
and many of harsh heart beats.
Days of atrocious storms.
Days when I born
and some when I die
(that I feel myself aside)
And there are days I'm out of bounds...
But when you don't hear my claim,
and when you are not even around,
These are the days
when I always rain.
Patricia Evans
Copyright © Patricia Henriques | Year Posted 2007
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