And the Rain Comes

And the rain comes to these hands, to  these feet, that walk the ground that you have given me, always hungry for water, always thirsty for food. This is me in return, in return of everything that years gave and minutes borrowed from. How I’d love to laugh in my puddles, sweep away the clouds […]

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An Ode to Remember

I delve into the weight of a book. Water wipes me clean of the rocks it does not own. And to the many markets I have plucked from I weep for I cannot return to light manuals and unshadowed bulbs. I’ll always catch it thus so. I remember the skirts in the wind long before […]

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