Downpour of Words

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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

Date: 1/23/2023 5:42:00 AM

Creative write my friend. Ruminating in memories. Well done.

Victor Buhagiar

Date: 1/22/2023 10:30:00 PM

Clever write and a tribute to your mother.

Valsa George

Date: 1/22/2023 9:16:00 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....