pluvius..

ah, the restless skies..
turned out to be ashen and sober once again,
how beautiful it all looks from down here, in our holes,
with every bolt of thunder, pieces of clouds fill the crackling earth
the long-awaited rock solid drops of abundance, hitting,
the trees have raised their hands up higher to gather
and to suck the freshness into their trunks even better.
i, stand in the middle of a dry circle,
watching the rain flush away all the make-up,
the dripping mascaras and rosy lipsticks,
all the jazz and all that dirt..

i hope you are enjoying these moments as much as I do
cuz the joy is equal to my yearning for you..


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