Beneath the pouring rain, I found my moment of stillness.

I will smile a little more tonight

for the words that fall

off my parched lips

sliding down through

the veins of

red bricked walls

and cobblestone streets

artlessly tying strings of thoughts

into syllables

into poems..

palate

quenching

poems,

they narrate a tale of how

the wind

whirls

wildly

through the forgotten rains,

and fondles the naivety

of me and

those maple leaves

dancing in the unsettling

summer nights.

And I will smile

beneath the pouring rain

because this life

is a happy life.

_____

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