Ritual rainA Poem by MarshallDark seed embedded in winters clutch rinsed clear in the dark ritual of rain will burst out and bloom kissed by sun and satin warmth. Spring will grasp the meaning of wonder and flourish for just enough time before summer pushes for place again. Author NotesOptional © . All rights reserved, a month ago© 2014 Marshall |
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