Old rains

     “The soul seeking waters from new beatitudes, cannot draw from past(old)rains. Let all things grow new.” 
  A soul dry, moans to a sky now starved, from pouring forth worn rains. 

  The sky moans to give, to a soul now starved, wordless tales of artistries, and beauties unexplored. 

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