Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2015
standing in the rain,
heavy drops pouring over my body
like so many tears
that have been shed
over pains real and imagined,
now washing away,
cleansing,
sanctifying the earth into which
they disappear,
and in that moment
i find the restful peace
i have been hunting.
Bela Matyas Feher
Written by
Bela Matyas Feher
309
   ---, --- and Arlo Disarray
Please log in to view and add comments on poems