The angels honoring my inspiration.
As I look outside and see the never ending November rain.
Unwritten Poetry books clogging the pipes.
Tears from all broken hearts overflow.
Healing each tormented soul.
M.P.Yasmine
November Rain
If I would write a book about you.
I can name it Yasmine.
And not a single life event would be written.
Only the essence of your being.
Written in the language of your heart.
M.P.Yasmine
Rain
“Heavy rain does not fall on your roof only.”
M.P.Yasmine
In Peace
Drops from heaven reflect in orange.
They seep in man-made streams.
The scenery is equally beautiful as disturbing.
Kinda like the Renaissance.
And the Rebirth we all have been waiting for.
M.P.Yasmine
Waves
Let rain gently hit my face.
Wake me up from this everlasting daze.
Ripple me.
It, the.
Huge ripple it will be.
Hiking lives maze.