Wet Grins

the rain is back
during the night
it just sat there
this morning
like a child’s
its smile wide and
considering the time of
all those hopes
now tired of waiting
for sun and scented
but it’s back
everything is fresh and
needle sharp
the pavement clean
the sun will reappear
those grins
are merely showers

By Paolo Michell


About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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