Moments ago this spell of rain
I held in certainty earth's scent and wet
alone sacrosanct over paved paths.
Barnished leaves and twigs across
the sky drawing a line demure of relief
gasping I watch joyous flight of sparrows.
Blooming that passes unnoticed
caresses of tender heart aflame
no mock, no trial, no answers to give.
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