It didn't rain.
So black and heavy
Are the clouds.
It didn't rain.
So thirsty is the land
And pale the lane.
It didn't rain.
The soul's crying,
Seeking cleansing
From the pain,
But
It didn't rain!
It didn't rain.
So black and heavy
Are the clouds.
It didn't rain.
So thirsty is the land
And pale the lane.
It didn't rain.
The soul's crying,
Seeking cleansing
From the pain,
But
It didn't rain!
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Welcome back Rula
Welcome back Rula
use of rain as a metaphor nicely used..
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Thank you
dear raj.
Appreciate it highly.
Hello Rula.
Hello Rula.
Great poem, so sad.
I like the repeated pattern. I worry you may cause a flood if you pray.
I want to re post your lines on Instagram. Ok?
Thank you
Dear IRiz. I feel really honoured.
You have my permission.
thank you very much Rula
thank you very much Rula for detailes
how to preview yours and other potential submission look for my last blog here on Neopoet
Mark
Wow!
Your comment means a lot:-)
It's poetry like this that
It's poetry like this that inspires me to keep writing.
I love it.