The sky gets clearer
A dripping wet poem.
Published in
Jul 30, 2022
Drops take a long way to arrive
falling where used to idle
a dusty patch of dried out terrain
— because the rain is brave
Tears took a shortcut and popped out
and then get smashed onto the ground
by the constant pull of gravity
— for why I cry is grave
Earth sucks them all in her skin
with every pore She’s drinking
She likes it sweet and sour
Rivers are conceived in mud
while the sky gets clearer
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09/06/2020 — 29/07/2022
