when I rain down
on you
you will go
before the dark
heavy clouds
exude their
lonely tears into
the deep pools of salty
mud, waist deep
into the night
you fly to escape
as I flower the garden
extending the life
of the bouquets
while you run
far, far away.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by João Cabral from Pexels
#Poetry #shortverse #micropoetry
Beautiful
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Thank you so much 😊
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“lonely tears into the deep pools of salty mud” this got me.
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got me too, thanks
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As the letters dripped themselves on a canvas of thoughts only the artist of language knows the meaning held in his heart. The rest is conjecture of the reall meaning that can be lost over time.
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yes, very much like abstract painting! thanks for spending time reading some of my work. have a great day!
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Beautiful as always 🤍🤍 Keep up the excellent writing!!
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Thanks Ace, will do 😊🙋🏻♂️
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sad and beautiful, both
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Thanks Beth 🙏🏻
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Beautiful, Jay.
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Thank you George 🙋🏻♂️
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