In the height of summer
The pond shrunk to a hyacinth heart.
The kingfishers left for crystal streams
Village belles no more washed their hidden shames
Kids broke their frolics on her kissing splashes
And men dipped not in her to whisper secrets.
She prayed to hold through all the pains.
The sky heard her and sent her rains.
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC
In the height of summer
The pond shrunk to a hyacinth heart.
The kingfishers left for crystal streams
Village belles no more washed their hidden shames
Kids broke their frolics on her kissing splashes
And men dipped not in her to whisper secrets.
She prayed to hold through all the pains.
The sky heard her and sent her rains.
Inspiration: my cover photo
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