Rain

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The rain washes away my sorrows
in the days of storm and forgetfulness
sweet drops run down my face
of a passing cloud.

The rain announces broken hearts
stifled by the inclemency of the words of no return
by the insipid silences,
for the brokenness of the blind nights.

The rain provokes to be in the house
and then, stampede out to hug a tree
in the park,
to feel their life stable by giving shelter to
so many lives.

The rain warns that everything will pass
that nothing will be the same, but it will happen
that another sun will rise and there will be a tomorrow
that life goes on
with breaths from other rainbows
the tears will go with it
and I'll be bathing in the rain without an umbrella.

_{Image Source: Photo by Mitchell Hartley on Unsplash}

Poem for love and forgetfulness.

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Infinite greetings!

Poem @marcybetancourt
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