Rainy May

Rainy days of May

Abruptly they come so gay

an undetected feeling of nostalgia to something that never been

and never will.

a longing to be home in the womb of God.

to reunite with the creator one.

The rain drizzling softly, whispering promises for the future.

the birds chirp so lively

Oh! the sound of birds have kept me alive.

and alive i’m kept with drops of rain.

 

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By aicha bint yusif

Writing is my key to free spaces. I write to let things out and to chronicle some, and you're more than welcome to read them.

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