Sky is overcast.
Clouds have gathered
for the concert,
seated as poets, writers
singers, dancers.
Black freshness,
breezes caress
the whole stage.
Millions of songs and stories
falling from above, onto the
ground,
mountains, meadows, trees
oceans, brooks and seas
listening and receiving
sounds of the clouds,
feeling,
drenching in
the lightness of the rains.
Life, life and life freshens
words, it’s raining words
quenching the muddy world
succulent energy
in every pores and holes
there’s this sudden synergy
present in these promising
paroles.
Writing, singing, dancing
are millions of poets
without any hat
free from this and that
composing their best.
Pouring
life
life
life
asking life on earth
to listen to the call
of the freely
falling
rains,
maybe tad in vain
gather courage to sing and bawl
in the downpour’s musicale,
leap into the moment’s re-birth.
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