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In December it should be snow
small and sweet
five pointed stars in all the colours
of forgetting.
Instead
the clear clarity
of rain
relentlessly taps
at the window
Remember.
Why is it rain
always tastes
of alone
where the quiet flakes
you tilt your head to catch
are a whisper
of comfort?
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Sitting outside tonight, nursing my cup of red tea, eating a few small chocolates, I was thinking of this poem and how the rain says "remember."
So of course I had to come back and read it again, and now I remember how too I loved those lines "Why is it rain/always tastes/of alone."
Maybe deep inside we feel it as the world's tears and it conjures our own.
i would not change anything. And, I love the ending 'a quiet whisper of comfort'. Those words convey being warmly embraced in the arms of love. A healing after the rain...
Peace and Blessings...
Beautiful.
I'd like to hang this on my wall.
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