When the rain fell, a world grew, and something vacant turned green.
As the world grew, its people loved, and something grew in them.
When the people loved, the people lost, and the world grew again.
Posted in response to the challenge Sijo Poetry.
When the Rain Fell
More by Acer Sacharrum
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In the Desert
The new year came in,
with bursts of light across the city scape,
like a flock of birds rising
from the ashes of Phoenix's horizon.
We, and the cacti, watch the fireworks
and cheer,
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Musings on a Lost Ring
I found a ring I thought I’d lost
in the bottom of my bag.
I haven’t seen it since last spring —
It’s funny, isn’t it?
All these months,
I thought it gone,
all this time, I’ve just been
carrying it.
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Please, don’t.
Don’t.
Don’t you know?
Don’t you know what I mean?
Don’t you know what I mean when I say
something isn’t right something isn’t right something isn’t right
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