Theme: Rain

Fresh Sheet of Your Cloud

Slow subversive rain
wets you in my mind,
here I am to prune your name
and dry its soaked meaning.
From the glow of setting sun
I draw you dear though dim,
heartless message footsteps peal
I sit and stare at night.
Desire was there to tattoo trees
and sense to rhyme our hands.
I was held by nameless vow
and you by faithless now.
With a fresh sheet of your cloud
I will lie with heavy eyes,
then wind the clock of memory
and sleep myself to alarm.
Image © Hafeez ur Rehman


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