When rain gets on the train
Clouds wave their hands to life
A fragile frown perches on to the soil’s face
As if it will never take a wing…
Drops abandon surface with some hope,
Conscience gazes at the rain once and for all
And sees not remorse, but pleasure instead!
Then drought settles down to the ground,
Wants to pray in the name of the sun!
Cards and letters delivered to soil
Where rain has stayed deliberately,
Every letter carries a reckless joy
As every card reflects another scream of green!
With its cracked lips
The night hides flawlessly the sadness of land in
Prayers words that are quietly begged…
Zeynep Kasap
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