Heart In Rain
Misted drizzles bring me back
not to the past but present rhythm
done and sung : I fondle
raindrops tapping on giant trees
while my wounded limbs gather
to kneel upon the ground
that stamps this mad man's
need to reclaim love's sweet pour.
Let It Rain Contest of Nette Onclaud
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