This poem gives words to longing

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Spring showers

Rain a yearning

Stoking Quiescent

Embers alive.

Fugitive moments

Play a concerto

A strain reminiscent alive,

A wisp - silent,

Deafening. Still.

And how often

Have I called out,

To have an empty echo

Ring out,

From the depths of

Endless yearning...

By JayM

From: India

Twitter: thejaytheme