The rain is Mother Nature nurturing her creation.
Her love falls from above to nourish all below,
without distinction.
Her wisdom is the spirit of flow,
filling every form, hollow,
returning to its source within the cycles of rejuvenation,
following an ancestral course to an inherent destination.
A contest entry
- The rain is gods tears for us. by blood.stained.tears.
400 points, ended May 11, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is such a lovely write, and as always, I love the imagery you have used. It makes such a wonderful picture, well done and all the best for the contest.
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nice take on the view point.
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a good piece of poetry penned with flair and graceful artisitc ability, absolutely splendid, i am inspired to write a whole host of poems now and wrap them into little balls of madnes.
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