Rain drops beating on the palm leaves,
Rolling down serenely to the edge,
Escaping from the grip of fate,
Glorifying itself in the lightening,
Before melted into the embrace of earth.
It keeps pressing on, Strings in my heart
Fails to sound.
Kneeling more deeply,
Lose myself in her loosened hair,
Gazing beyond the pain into the bitter duration,
Until the down is falling.
A startled blue bird,
Flying low through the bush,
Far away traces the image of its solitary cry.
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