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Are these showers of autumn,
The cathartic farewell of the clouds overhead?
A declaration in tears of strength,
To the Earth before the winter war?
Delivering the assurance of love,
That they shall wait till the dawn of spring,
And wash away her wounds of glory
With this holy water.
Promising to pluck those stars from heavens,
And bring them as jasmine wreath,
To cover her bleeding bossom.
Giving her the armour of hope,
To face the stabs of ice ahead,
In the snowdrops that shall bloom
Amidst the raging war.
To remind her of spring,
To remind her of life.
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ESTÁS LEYENDO
Cottage Chronicles
PoesíaLife's chronicles from love, sorrow, anger, guilt, shame, happiness buried in a poetic cipher. Would you like some words and wine, on wooden floorboards? ©️ Feronia Grey
