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“IT RAINS” POETRY BY MARTA DIGAT
It rains; the smell of wet earth permeates the garden.
The rain beats on the roofs, like a concert.
Synchronized by lightning.
The rose bushes catch the raindrops thirsty from the harsh summer.
Majestically the breeze rises.
Shaken by strong gusts of wind
The sky keeps the mourning, decked in black.
Moved by the disconsolate cry of the rain.
Breathes humidity mixed with nostalgia.
The thunder bursts defiantly.
My senses revive buried memories.
Extasiated in the symphony of the rain.
Nostalgia, absences, sadness, loneliness...
That adhere to my skin like raindrops.
Faces blurred by time dance in my mind.
Blurred faces and names
I wonder, why if God made man.
With immaculate perfection.
He can't hold next to the pillow.
Memories that once were important
But I think I guess that the distant god
Does not want to overflow for our sake the cup.
And from the chalice he leaves us only drops...
That are slowly washed away when it rains
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Title “IT RAINS” POETRY BY MARTA DIGAT
“IT RAINS” POETRY BY MARTA DIGAT
It rains; the smell of wet earth permeates the garden.
The rain beats on the roofs, like a concert.
Synchronized by lightning.
The rose bushes catch the raindrops thirsty from the harsh summer.
Majestically the breeze rises.
Shaken by strong gusts of wind
The sky keeps the mourning, decked in black.
Moved by the disconsolate cry of the rain.
Breathes humidity mixed with nostalgia.
The thunder bursts defiantly.
My senses revive buried memories.
Extasiated in the symphony of the rain.
Nostalgia, absences, sadness, loneliness...
That adhere to my skin like raindrops.
Faces blurred by time dance in my mind.
Blurred faces and names
I wonder, why if God made man.
With immaculate perfection.
He can't hold next to the pillow.
Memories that once were important
But I think I guess that the distant god
Does not want to overflow for our sake the cup.
And from the chalice he leaves us only drops...
That are slowly washed away when it rains
Work type Music
Tags temas ineditos de marta digat, poemas romanticos, poemas de amor
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Entry date Aug 14, 2024, 11:33 AM UTC
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