On Another Day

A lone white sail boat
Slowly gliding south-wards.
The mournful cry of the seagull,
Soon swallowed into fog's belly
Camouflaging my world with so much easy.
Such a gray day it is!

Rain! Rain! Rain!
All day long showers fall unabated;
Mother earth quenches her thirsty.

Outside the wind whistles,
Caressing mother earth's gonads;
Leaves rattle on the ground;
The wind continues on its secret journey:
Area of origin and destination details unknown,
Yet for centuries untouched it has blown.

The rain has stopped.
Stars shine brightly
And the crickets never stop singing.

poem by Tafadzwa Matamba
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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