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Friday, 3 May 2013

Bells Hit the Ground

Because a little poetry never hurt anyone, here is something I wrote a while ago.


Gentle rain
Penetrates
The pores
It pours
Down
It goes
Collision
Of drops 
With the ground
They sound
Like bells
Or like a
Piano sounds
The skin
Surrounded
By Fog 
I long
For it 
To touch me
The trees
Whisper 
No path 
In front
No path 
Behind
But the rain
Will guide
When the fog
Blinds
In my breath
I trust
I must 
Keep going
I am alone
But I long
To be
The whisper
Of a tree
The music 
Of rain
The smell 
Of grass
I long 
To be
One with the living
One with the dead
I know 
I must
Trust in my breath