When It Rained


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Sadness extends its tail
to trail the day
long after the longest shadow has gathered its cloak
and driven the dancing dust-motes away

It’s too late for any cupped hands of hope
yet the evening refuses to go astray
clinging onto insolent promises
the rich, regal hickeys of which
brocade their lies into night’s dusky web

We sat by such a night, you and I
watching a small light flicker in the gale
its valour kissing a few wounds shut
Not for long though for sadness came
swishing its train over unhealed sores

It flicked the dying wicks into praying wisps
blew out the last leaping tongue of desire
and then all was quiet
a lone bird mourned an unknown loss
and a tree drowned in its leaf-rain
©reenaprasad

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