Silence
she rests,
unnoticed,
like a raindrop
sitting
on a lover's rose,
full
of her radiant self,
amidst the rain.
Peace.
She slips out
quietly,
as she came in,
into the wet earth;
a transient visitor,
a shimmering glow
of a permanence,
still elusive.
I look for a
furtive lover
in a
rain-drenched rose.
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