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And all of a sudden he’s pretty again
His mouth doesn’t make a sound
A shape is seen
He left to the sound of the wind
From here to somewhere in between
By the ripples where waves eventually meet
He left
To the sound of the wind
Drops made the water in the sea
And the ripples played
Where the waves would eventually meet

And it was clear
It was the wind that led him to see
And all of a sudden he was pretty again
‘I don’t feel thirsty,’ he said, surrounded by rain
Sudden realization
Ended in pain
Rain
Pushed him to the side
Again and again
How was it that the rain came,
It surrounded him
With the sound it made
A battered mind
Chattered too much
It swayed and pressed side to side
Strands of hair combined
Created a look
Blades of grass
Were a maze to the truth
People gathered to crowd it
The boy drowned in it
And all I was able to do was see
It was the absence of a name that led me
It was found
And then it alerted a sound
To where I felt abundantly free
I wasn’t thirsty when it rained
It was then when I created
Sudden clarity!

By Maria Grujicic (Malena)

If you need clarity to this poem, let me know. Thank you for reading, as always.

Words, once they are printed, have a life of their own.Carol Burnett

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