It Happens Poem by Farah Taskin
It Happens
The water-mixed air is whispering
Perhaps the heavens will weep and wash the dust away
The leaves will turn into beautiful colours
The flowers will be spectacular
The roads will drink raindrops
The mind will choose warm tea instead of iced tea
The electric kettle will soon sing its whistling song, and the coffee maker will hum a steady, dark rhythm to awake the quiet day
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