the lines run deep
scarring her surface
tells tales of grief
times of neglect not brief
she looks up
you can see the yearning
see hope, see despair, see hope again
to the return of her love
then her lover returns
kissing her wet on her face
showering his love on her
his moisture remaining on her surface
the people shout out in joy
the drought has ended
the rains have come although late
the earth once again with her mate
beautiful imagery...
ReplyDelete"then her lover returns
kissing her wet on her face
showering his love on her
his moisture remaining on her surface"
gr8 lines
Manoj, beautiful one...
ReplyDeleteFeel like its a continuation of "What wouldn't I do"