I blinked
and she was there,
unexpected as the hush before a storm
that waters parched places -
barren canyons carved
into this cracked-dust desert heart;
I had not yet tasted of rain
until she pressed the sky to my lips,
spoke thunder and longing
and i blossomed an oasis.
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Sara Little
Writer and high school English teacher seeking to empower and inspire young creatives, especially of the LGBTQIA+ community
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A Dart at Dusk
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By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶4 days ago in Petlife
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I had not yet tasted of rain, until she pressed the sky to my lips. I loved your poem, passionate and beautiful. Well Done!!