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Liquid Kisses


The nebulous sky,                                                                                                                  

            veiled in concealment,                                                   

                        crying liquid sunshine.

                                    Delicate glass

                                                plummeting,

                                                            beauty in darkness.

Myriad of beads

dancing on the window,

creating their own music,

like drum sticks beating a membrane .

            Drip drop.

            Pitter patter.

A smooth rhythm,

unbroken,

untouched.

 

            Fragile petrichor,

                        crisp and true,

                                    pierces the senses,

                                                            purifies.

 

The slumbering world,

drenched,

briskly sodden.

Drops seep through the skin.

Algidity disperses,

escorting tranquility.

Time is frozen,

ataractic,

hushed.

            Rejuvenated nature,

                        once in extremis,

                                    now prolific.

                                                Incomparable

                                                            to a painted canvas.

Rain.

 

It empowers me,

as I watch it fall.

So graceful,

so delicate.

Potential to save,

and potential to kill.

            A cleanliness I need

                        to wash away my lapses.

                                                A new storm,

                                                            a new start.

Life

is all around me.

The jade grass,

budding trees,

roaring rivers,

and glossy lakes.

So pure,

unblemished.

            I can be like them

                        and the flowers near by,

                                    when I close my eyes

                                                and feel its touch.

Falling from heaven,

an angel's kiss.

My soul flies,

and my mind is shushed.

Peace at last.

            Sprinkling, whispering,

                        tattooing, and battering.

                                                Dibble dibble

                                                            dopp dopp.

Rain.

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