morning
it rains, the thunder vibrates
like the heartbeat of a dying giant:
one last attempt… one more…
…no more.
the beads of water sing,
talk, whisper, run together
into the ocean, to live
in unity for the short eternity,
while the face of the day rises
from the far horizon, from water,
in flames
c: Nina K Orlovskaya 7/13/2012
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