Wednesday, 3 April 2013

To Rain

She thinks of art and its eloquence
Of natures's hypnotic elixir
Of earth and its miraculous beauty, of ocean's cadence
Of zenith and nadir.
And then he comes along
To nourish her soul with his pristine love
To sing to her a happy song
He is the emperor of the sky above
A fragment of whose soul she holds.

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