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Downpour of Words

The Earth stills
only the howl of the weeping wind
can be heard on these barren hills.

I am drifting.
floating 

the storm broke
and a myriad of doves
pierced clouds

how pale I must look
amid the sea of crimson
I ponder about my mother.

thunderous stone splitting
the rain had been unlocked.

dancing in her underwear
in shallow water
& nothing in her moves
could stop

suddenly, I am an aesthetic dove
flying free
soaring into the silvery heavens

downpour of words
inscribed
in the memory of skin

Written: January 22, 2023

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Vijay Pandit January 23, 2023 at 5:42 AM Creative write my friend. Ruminating in memories. Well done.

Victor Buhagiar January 22, 2023 at 10:30 PM Clever write and a tribute to your mother.

Valsa George January 22, 2023 at 9:16 PM I am sure the memories of your mother transported you to a different realm. A down pour of rain and a down pour of words. You and the sky are equally productive.... ! Beautiful....