2016-04-06

詩 Restless Moisture

Spiritual sky behind my eyes
Grey misty dollops of unease
Fall in cathartic torrents
Parched crannies catch its flow
Thus revealed in messy bogs
The flood, congealed, through fingers slips
No fruit nor flower
Nor thirst-quenched lips
Ere it again seep from view
To return to hazy sky anew
The damp spaces of my mind

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