Poem 35 (Collection 3)

Sensuously scented summer showers
wet the earth that now feels cold under my feet.
The chill breeze that plays their lover, now
flirts with my bare skin
and kisses my lips ever so lightly.
The drumming of the raindrops blends with
the strumming of the leaves;
it rises slowly, and then
drops with grace and rhythm, but
without a warning –
the kind of music that adds the perfect touch to
a darkened (evening) romance such as this;
only, the heart is lonely!


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