And with it comes the rain...
~ bellowing down
drowning what once beautiful
~ once whole
Now is muddy, covered in weeds
~ weighed down by the pain
Gone are the blooms, so young
~ brilliant, beginning
And with it goes the life...
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Nature and nurture come to mind. Without nature, life is bland and bloomless. Without nurturing, we have no form from which to grow. There is pain in both. Sometimes it is eternal, sometimes fleeting. Your words take me to places that make me mourn. You write with such passion in your sorrow. I LOVE YOU!
Always ♥
Renee
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It's always a pleasure to read your poems
the rain always comes down eventually, be it on the days we are struggling with or on the days we are enjoying. the last line is very powerful terrific job!
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A VERY OBSERVER'S EMOTIONS EXPRESSED IN WORDS
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Ohhh you have it deep when you say it...
and I misses it..
Concise and beautifully penned!
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Lifes cycles described beautifully yet sadly at the same time. Very emotional!
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