At Only The Rain's End Poem by Phil de Lange

At Only The Rain's End



At only the rain's end
will I breathe my own
sweet silence

At only the rain's end
will spirits no longer shatter in
broken portraits

When our minds have fallen
deep in a well of patience,
and our hunger smothered
with timid pretense...

Will we not be born?

Maybe then my friend,
maybe only at the rain's end.

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Phil de Lange

Phil de Lange

Bloemfontein, South Africa
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