Author: Ritt

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Sonnet for Haya

The Spring is like a reservoir in love!..... Stopping to pretend that I am the rain, I regret that my coming makes people run. The dark clouds that I bring are not a threat And the precipitation is for growth. Yet people curse me because I bring floods Although your admiration I need not..... You build dams to constrict my wandering, Expecting me to grant arbitration. Thundering through timeless thoughtless skies; I am not as bitter as you may think. For all the damage that I am accussed; Please remember that I created life. Like floating ice cream sticks in rainbow streams My sunshowers bring lovers together!   by rich HOME by ritt