• pen_to_paper 40w

    Rimjhim falls
    onto the fold of my forehead
    then slides down
    the bridge of my nose
    gives me a kiss
    then bounces down
    into the ground
    dry as a bone

    here in the cool
    of the afternoon
    lay a little lemon seed
    seeking shelter
    under a cloak of sand
    she can almost feel
    claws within claws
    digging viciously after
    the scent
    of a treasured bone

    the clouds drift past
    this afternoon
    and into tomorrow's
    rainbow sky
    where you can find her stand
    half a wall tall
    bearing sour lemons
    ready to be squeezed
    into sweet lemonade


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