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Short Poem - Love before the rain

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hivebox0093 months ago3 min read

Love before the rain
Love before the rain

Love before the rain

Clouds have gathered in the field, How does it float in the wind.

Dew dances on the green leaves, Does it remind me of anyone?

Waves of clouds sound in the distance, How is love alive today.

Water has gathered in the rice field, Your words ring in the bell of my heart.

Soft mud, footprints, Your touch is like its pressure.

As if you barely walked, When you stepped into the wet air, it lingered.

Green streams on the horizon, Wet notes like your eyes.

The clouds that tear the sky apart, I see your face smiling back sweetly.

The rain will fall, maybe today, My heart trembles, that outfit calls.

Where are you, how are you, I leave this question in my chest, love?

My heart is wet with the smell of grass, Your name is the sound.

You were once like the wind, Today you are just a light of memory.

Lightning in the distance, tearing the sky, There was such assurance in your eyes.

I used to think, as long as there are clouds, you will guide my path.

But today you are not, the sky is there, only this silent.

As much fear as before the rain, the pain of not seeing you is so much.

I touch the water and step silently, I hear your call in my mind.

Do you know, under these clouds, someone still calls you inside my heart.

Some love is like rain, comes suddenly, goes away just as quickly.

Yet it leaves the scent of the earth, as if it were an eternal proof of the heart.

If you were by my side, I would place my hand on the grass in this field today.

I would say, look, love does not stay like clouds, yet it remains touching my heart.

Today the clouds are falling, my heart stops, It rains, but you don't come, alas.

Yet my mind says, one day, You will return to me under this sky.

Every time clouds gather in the corner of this field, I hear your name in the wind.

Love is such a river that flows, But the riverbed never dries up.

Even today, the rain falls slowly in this field, Your memory mixes back with the scent of the wind.

Love may be colorless, Still, that love is my every drop.

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