rain through window, image by Bogdan Korneker, on Pixabay
Mist
Beads of water gliding down glass,
Trace solitary paths on a crystal sheet,
Like tears they slide, relentless yet gentle,
Nurturing some unforgotten sorrow.
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Sprinkle
And like your kiss, the summer ends,
A sweet-sung melody floating in air
Clings to the last rays of watery sun.
Farewell seems apropos,
But reluctance is a braver choice.
I'll wait for the downpour instead.
Maria Justa Polotan is semi-retired music teacher. Music
and writing have been the twin passions of her life since
high school, but she could choose only one to focus on
in college and chose the former. She wrote very sparingly
since graduating, but when the pandemic and consequent lockdown came, the "work from home schedule" gave her
a lot of free time, so she decided to pick up the pen once more. Maria lives in the Philippines.