Oh Rain, finally you have heard my aching call,
On my burning scars, today you decided to fall.
Your cold touch extinguishing this life’s blazing fire,
Releasing my pain in the smoke of unfulfilled desire.
And for once, I sit quiet, drenched under your influence,
My stench is of a conflict with myself and your calm presence!
My heart, an empty crater will collect your essence,
To survive those dreaded days to come in your absence.
You are a miracle cure to many problems that can exist,
You make a deserted soul like me the hopeful Rain Alchemist!
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Rains are to wash away the pain. Rejuvenate the distressed soul. Awesome write. Glad to read you poem.
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Thanks for reading Kritika
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My pleasure 🙂
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Great imagery and tension. It holds the admiration of an ode, but the casual rhyme scheme and meter lend a more subdued desire than all out adoration. This is a lovely origin story in poetic form, a signature piece so to speak. Well done, my friend. Hope you and your loved ones are well!
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Thanks a lot for reading, Brad. For now, yes, doing well. I hope you are doing fine.
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I like your criticism,can you please,if it isn’t too much to ask, critic my very own pieces. I would very much appreciate it🤗
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A gret poem explaining the origin of your name Rain Alchemist. 🙂
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Thanks a lot for reading 🙂
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You did it again🙌
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