On a rainy day, faraway
a withering flower
whispered a poem.
The winds of the mind
carried it afar
via words
burdened with their own weight.
For where medicines
and meditations may fail
Words work.
For they carry...
love,
the warmest of words,
the lightest of feelings.
The winds stop,
the clouds pour,
the body pauses,
the soul cleanses,
the mind cries.
The poet always
loves, and
tries.
