Forty Days And Forty Nights
and it rained...
for forty days and forty nights,
till all was lost
except the memory of you.
even the world anew,
born with an ache,
and an absence of heart,
that dawn could not heal.
among the ruins and the rubble,
a solitary flower bloomed.
while the dogs of desire sniffed,
never picking up a scent!
even the walls of the cave,
mumbled prayers in a whisper...
and god wept,
while ants marched to destruction!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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