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.