après le deluge

come and sit beside me
draw near the fire glow
I’ll put my arm on your shoulder
you’ll rest your head on mine

maybe we will whisper of hopes
maybe of fears
those things we might have done
but left it too long

and those dear souls we buried
the dear souls we miss
and the songs they sang
and the tales they told
and the laughter we shared

try not to cry
the brokenness
is beyond care
beyond repair

I rent the ground
planted a tree
in flint hard earth

long after we’ve gone
it will fruit
bearing figs

there’s nothing left to fear
it’s going to rain today.

© coolhermit 2020
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Supratik
3 months ago

try not to cry
the brokenness
is beyond care
beyond repair

Much enjoyed the lines. I think you did not consciously use ‘cure’ for repair.

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