rain fell slowly,
but shady and thinly
scatter the scent of dust and grass
they were burned by the sun
past came rushing
creates anxiety
brings an intense anxiety, like a black cloud
and the moments gone
the rain had stopped
fine grain of water from the skies have been broken by the wind blown
indeed,
past will never return,
and I do not have to worry about it
Selasar Al-Furqan, October 26 2008
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