Thursday, 27 March 2014


With cold wind,
among the rain drops hidden,
you came -
from above the clouds, 
in a wavering mantle of silence.

And not before the clouds have gone
and the sky was bright again,
space sunlit
and air warm,
that I were able to notice 
the seed you left,
the transformation it caused,
still not truly estimated,
in its profound effect.

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