It's the rich soil
wafting its way to your nose,
enlightening your senses.
It's the longing
as you gaze out the window,
trapped inside.
It's the melancholy,
as old memories seem to appear,
by a single drop.
I take a breath
and the sky opens up
drenching me in its silence.
A new beginning.
And here, in this moment
of rain, I long to be no where else
but in open fields
dancing in earth's tears.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 6:53 PM UTC
It's the rich soil
wafting its way to your nose,
enlightening your senses.
It's the longing
as you gaze out the window,
trapped inside.
It's the melancholy,
as old memories seem to appear,
by a single drop.
I take a breath
and the sky opens up
drenching me in its silence.
A new beginning.
And here, in this moment
of rain, I long to be no where else
but in open fields
dancing in earth's tears.
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