Reprocessed RainA Poem by schlanks
The swell of clouds crowds us close
A bustling world now walled in scope Bathed in listening humidity Is the pull of an emergent memory A greeting from that yet to come, recalling me The vapor voice fades with haste Bygones resurface in its wake Reminiscing while the young one wonders As we converge we heed the timeless comfort As warm light frames the glass display of thunder
© 2023 schlanksAuthor's Note
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