A thousand beads of water
Are shattered where I stand,
Half from my own eyes
The cool rain lulls me
With its constancy and
Gentle kisses
I am refreshed
Hurt has crawled through my body
And nested in my heart,
But I stand tall
As dust drips from the crops,
The last two years drip from my skin
Your touch, your taste, your warmth
Must all be washed away
I will be reborn
When this storm is done
I will carry on
With fresh flowers in my hair
Grateful words slip through my lips
I am all the stronger now
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