Every time she rains
A new flower rises up,
freed from the parched earth.
—-
Those tears are healing,
Washing the sadness away
for another one.
—-
He bottles her tears,
And then He uses them to
grow her a garden.
About the Creator
Colleen Walters
i’m just a girl in Florida who likes to write things, usually inspired by events and people in my life..Always be you, because you are awesome-
When I grow up, I want to be a kid again.
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Message Me Afterwards
>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
By D. J. Reddall5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
This is beautiful and would deserve Top Story!😍😍😍
Rain assists the parched earth. I loved that line and meaning. Great, Haiku writer!!!
Beautiful lines.loved your haiku.
Beautiful poem