Raindrops fall on me...

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Pink Bloom in the Garden by Sikiliza


The rain drops plop on the grass carpet
Swallowed by the rich red soil beneath
The sky greyed, heavy and swollen
Opening revealing and birthing
Cleansing us with bounties of water
Washing off the grime on my burdened heart
I lift my face, close my eyes and wait
As the rain cleanses my tears of sorrow away

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