September rain graces Klimt’s garden
White, purple, yellow, pink, orange and red
This is not the time for writing poetry
nor painting in water or oil colours
This moment
is perfect for an orgasmic soak
in Spring’s afterglow
Tag: rain
Rain
The rain makes her feel pretty
In the mirror reflection of
A subdued and purified backdrop
Softly glow cheeks
Luscious parting lips
Reciting poetry
Like falling petals
September Rain
Love didn’t die
It disappeared into our memory
Hot tears vouch for her existence
When our song comes on
September rain drenches pale leaves
Diving headfirst
Irrevocable
Lullaby
(Image by Josh Knight)
This poem was first posted on 29 November 2018
rushing rain
twirling dust
wind, the ballerina
orchestrates the masterpiece
consoles my sleepless nights
soothes me with sweet dreams
破天急雨
尘埃降下
婀娜来风
淅沥交响
昨夜辗转
今宵恬梦
Same But Different
Tears
like pearls of a broken necklace
fall on rosy cheeks
scatter along with messy emotions
stain a perfect Spring day
Rain
like tears of a broken heart
fall on mossy grass
run along with mucky roots
prepare for the perfect growth
Flicker of Thoughts 