Like rainfall
On a windowpane,
So crystalline, so clear,
Sliding down
As teardrops
To slowly reappear,
As puddles
In my misery,
To seep away
With time.
But emotively,
Your cloudburst,
Paints these
Fresh teardrops....
As mine.
M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
10 August 2025
To be read, please, at the next "Poets Zoom Meet" in my absence.
Many thanks M.