Let it Rain Poetry Contest Sponsored by Nette Onclaud Written on January 19, 2026
Gentle, like the moment I first believed Softly promising my soul, never grieved Sometimes laughing, joy in every bead Reminding me that she waters every seed Melancholic, though sometimes inspiring Her voice, scented with gray, she’s desiring To color each note of light with her pen Leaving a weeping silence, now and again
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