throughout the night
gentle rain
fell softly
washing away
all troubled memories
by morning
nothing was left
to remember or forget
not even the rain survived
what it had washed away
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Poetic Alchemist 
Andrew: Thank you. Glad you liked it.
beautiful!
amirbayat: Thanks so much. Glad you enjoyed this poem.
Your beautiful words have wonderful phrases and deep meanings!
Impressive words!
🙂
Polona: Thanks. Glad you enjoyed.
Kai: Thanks and 🙂 to you!
Borut: Thanks. Hope you get your rain to the garden can grow in beautiful new directions.
Thanks Dan. Yep, just as Lenny said.
what wonderful and meaningful imagery here!
love it
🙂
Our garden is waiting for this rain… And we too…
Just like here:
“… and love itself was gone.” (Leonard Cohen)
Cliff: Thanks for stopping by and commenting. Rain is a powerful metaphor in our lives. As is tears. The spring itself is a metaphor for renewal and rebirth.
Spring rain has a tendency to help cover man’s mistakes, either by washing them away or causing plant life to grow, giving the Earth the bright colors of rebirth.