Under the Rain

Under the sun
with sweat and toil
my dreams were sown
in salted soil

Under the rain
my stunted crops
are purified
by water drops

Under the stars
I breathe a sigh
each prick of light
a question why

Under the moon
I raise my chin
and in its glow
I bathe my skin

Under the sky
in light of day
still stumbling
I've lost my way

Under the earth
my mind will cease
and finally
I'll have my peace

© 2016 Gaia Octavia

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charlie

I am reminded a little of the book "Ecclesiastes". And I do adore the simplicity in the genius of some of these works of yours. After the sixth day they say He rested, too... I am reminded a little of the book "Ecclesiastes". And I do adore the simplicity in the genius of some of these works of yours. After the sixth day they say He rested, too... Rating /100 Gaia Octavia 8 Years Ago Thank you very much, though I would caution against using the word "genius." ☺ I enjoy your work as well.

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[charlie]

I am reminded a little of the book "Ecclesiastes". And I do adore the simplicity in the genius of some of these works of yours. After the sixth day they say He rested, too...

[Gaia Octavia]

Thank you very much, though I would caution against using the word "genius." ☺ I enjoy your work as well.