When the Rain Fell

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.

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Acer Sacharrum

VT

15 years old

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