The rain showers on her forehead,
From sky to the waterless ground,
A thousand drops pelt downward,
Earth became like a tired drunkard,

Mist melted in favor of Sun beams,
Blue clouds shrink away with shame
Woman Earth, blown up with the bow;
Sky, the Sea and the Shore all in a row .

Maids of nature stood in dusty green
Birds of love flew again in mind pain
For this is love and nothing else is love;
To which we all entrust someone above.


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By
Williamsji Maveli
email
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.mavelinadu.com