Tamerlane(scalp-irrigation)
(weekend challenge)
The rain came down upon my head
Unshelter´d and the heavy wind
rendered me mad and deaf and blind.
Was it upon conspiring storm cloud
this shallow rain was inspired?
Damp cobblestone exodus to mire.
Droplets touch the soil of my scalp
growing thoughts no less
Deprived of my senses, uncompromising gusts.
As these thoughts now tickle the page
Conspiring cumulus mocked and deflates!
Gails have fallen sense finds my pen
T´is a life unshelter´d god does me lend.
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