Mere Passing
the wind came
with an outpouring of a heavy rain
the trees trembled
the wind was strong
and the rain seemed not to stop
as i hid myself behind
the door
and then there was this silence
making a statement
one must suffer gently
sip bitterness
like it is a concoction
of exotic tea
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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