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The trapeze artist
Lithe and limber
Does aerial somersaults

At a height
Holds no fear
Swings in the air

Hands held
In ropes of hope
Bar to bar
Poles apart
They rise, not afraid of the fall

Behind the palm trees
In the vast, rust coloured sky
Sets the orange sun
 Oct 13 Shrika
Sally A Bayan
Moods are in synch once again
with this monsoon season
raindrops come with threads of pain,
maybe there's a good reason
why pain...rhymes with rain.

there's pen and paper
here...there...everywhere
for, when rain pours
is when my poetry flows
softly weeping its woes
like ice...that quietly thaws.
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sally b

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
July 2020
(just a poem)
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