Rain
- Ata Zargarof
- Oct 18, 2016
- 1 min read
The softest rain
upon us. O my love,
we are obscene,
in schizophrenic atmosphere
and paranoid, outstandingly alarmed
at everything. How to remedy silence
by way of its own
maladies?
Rain falling like silver droplets,
like the wet tears of the gods.
Rain as soft as you
when you are fearless in your fear,
courageously terrified.
10/17/2016
Richmond
after "Let Me In" by Marika Hackman
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