Zhuihitsu

Even now she speaks to me
through silver slithers of splattered rainfall
on awaiting glass.

After the storm, sounds of life abound.

Even now emotion sometimes rides
the wind, creating song.

Seasons falter in their will
to change but, there never has to be
a reason.

And even now, words await their
pouring forth across an empty page
from fresh spills of ink as
pen and I become one, speaking
from soul to make that first simplistic
touch upon a pristine surface.

~*~

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