Sunday, May 02, 2021

A WOMAN CALLED RAIN



Rain sobs, hysterical woman.
Bleeding and lonely,
Forbidden by rule.

Rain sobs, love-lorn,
For loss of fulfilment,
On the surge.

Rain sobs, bursting ovum,
For unborn babies,
And forgotten needs.

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