She’s Earth You’re Rain

Shes Earth Youre Rain short poem

She turns up her visage
For you to feel her again,
Her burning desires,
Submit pleasurably to you rain!

Rain, you fill the cracks,
Of her turgid concrete,
Washing away the gore,
Those dark corners secrete.

‘Everything comes to a standstill’
Her inexorable residents anguish,
She smirks in utter disbelief,
Inhales fresh, refutes languish.

You cleanse away the piled dirt,
Smeared on her gloomy face,
She waits bare for your touch,
You mellow her with each embrace.

You quench her parched soul
Fragrant,
O rain in you, she finds her vent!

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Charu Gulati

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A quote to describe most of me : I am STRONG because I am WEAK I am BEAUTIFUL because I know my FLAWS I am a LOVER because I am a FIGHTER I am FEARLESS because I have been AFRAID I am WISE because I have been FOOLISH ....And..... I can LAUGH because I have known SADNESS !
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Nice Imagery @Charu_Gulati

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Wow. There is something beautifully refreshing about this poem.

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