A Rainy Day

A rainy day where silence prevails

Washed of beauty, stripped to the core,

I look up to the skies out of habit

And give thanks for all that has been.

It is good – resting in acceptance –

Knowing love’s tenacious roots

Flower through slabs of apathy.

Fierce are the words unspoken,

Memory is a redolent bouquet.

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