Aug 2019
The remorseless rain
beats against the wall
the wind rippling the puddles
of water on the path.
At the window
I ask 'Is it an omen?
Were the seer's words
as senseless as they seemed?'
beats against the wall
the wind rippling the puddles
of water on the path.
At the window
I ask 'Is it an omen?
Were the seer's words
as senseless as they seemed?'
