Raincloud, Come… Poem by mifael llauderes

Raincloud, Come…



Rainclouds, come…
The beast is toiling
The roots of grasses
Have grown tough because of drought

I’ve waited days that turned into…
A fertile land where hope did grow
I’ve sown an act or two
Of piety and it was hard

The field i till is far from home
And so it is not mine to own
But solace from a setting sun
Or a misty breeze… is quite enough

Thursday, March 5, 2015
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