Monday, April 12, 2010

Les pluies de l'été

The thirsty drops of rain tingling onto my head,
Barren thoughts of joy that it seems to have bred .
Its the misty cloud and the virgin vapours insight ,
Its not me that seems to have indulged in this fight.
I lift up my cramped self to walk in the cool breeze ,
Thanks to the coy clouds that ease out all the crease.
Its not me to be blamed for I have no tempest needs,
Its the rain that has caressed and dampened all the seeds..

photo: London, April '09

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