when I rain down
on you
you will go
before the dark
heavy clouds
exude their
lonely tears into
the deep pools of salty
mud, waist deep
into the night
you fly to escape
as I flower the garden
extending the life
of the bouquets
while you run
far, far away.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by João Cabral from Pexels
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