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Drizzle on the Desert

Drizzle on the Desert

A shy drizzle falls on ancient sand,
Soft as a whisper, light as breath,
The desert pauses, grain by grain,
As if remembering water’s name.

Clouds unravel their silver threads,
Stitching sky to thirsty ground,
Each drop a promise barely kept,
Each sound a muted miracle.

The dunes do not rejoice aloud,
They listen, patient and still,
For they have learned restraint from time,
And hope from waiting endlessly.

Rain does not conquer this land,
It negotiates, gently, humbly,
Kissing the dust, then pulling back,
Afraid to overstay its grace.

Footprints blur before they fade,
Stories soften in the sand,
Even memory loosens its grip,
Under the drizzle’s fragile hand.

A cactus lifts its guarded spine,
Uncertain how to greet this guest,
Is this mercy passing through,
Or just a dream that wets the ground?

The air smells new, almost green,
A scent the desert barely knows,
As if life rehearses quietly,
Behind the curtain of dry years.

The sun watches, half-amused,
Peeking through a torn gray veil,
Jealous of this brief tenderness,
Yet certain of its final reign.

Somewhere deep, a seed awakens,
Not daring yet to break the crust,
But counting drops like sacred beads,
Learning faith from falling rain.

The drizzle writes no grand epics,
No floods, no rivers, no escape,
Only a poem on open sand,
Erased the moment it is read.

Camels blink in slow surprise,
Nomads tilt their faces up,
As if heaven briefly forgot,
That this is land of thirst and fire.

Then silence returns, almost unchanged,
The clouds retreat without applause,
Leaving behind a softer desert,
And questions damp within the dust.

Yet long after the sky is clear,
The sand remembers how it felt,
To be touched without being taken,
By a drizzle in the desert.

Love in Rainbow Land

 

Love in Rainbow Land

In Rainbow Land, where colors learn to breathe,
Love walks barefoot on a trembling ground.
The sky wears scars no one wants to see,
Yet hope hums softly, a stubborn sound.

We love in daylight, unafraid of rain,
Though whispers sharpen every passing glance.
Each stare a trial, each word a chain,
Still hearts insist on choosing chance.

The red of courage floods our veins,
The blue of sorrow teaches how to stay.
Green promises grow through pain,
While yellow laughs at fear’s display.

All eyes are judging from their towers of doubt,
Measuring love with borrowed laws.
They point, they name, they cast us out,
As if mercy ever needed claws.

All souls are blaming the way we shine,
Accusing light of being too loud.
They fear a truth that won’t align
With the careful darkness they’ve vowed.

But love here is strong like a rising tide,
Carving faith into resistant stone.
It learns to stand, though pushed aside,
And calls persistence its only home.

We are brave in the open, brave in the storm,
Brave when silence feels safer than breath.
We hold each other, keeping warm,
Defying the slow arithmetic of death.

In violet nights, we stitch our dreams,
With threads of silver, gold, and ache.
Every tear reflects in beams,
A prism no hatred can break.

They say love should whisper, never declare,
Should fit a frame, should know its place.
But ours roars colors into the air,
A living, unapologetic grace.

When blame grows heavy on fragile skin,
And doubt drums loud in the chest,
We answer gently, we answer within:
To love is still our bravest test.

Rainbow Land remembers every fall,
Yet lifts us up with patient hands.
Even cracked, we stand tall,
Rooted deep in promised lands.

So let them judge from distant shores,
Let them blame what they can’t control.
We build our future out of colors and scars,
A map drawn straight from the soul.

In the end, love does not ask to be spared,
It asks to live, to be seen, to stay.
Strong and brave, beautifully bared,
We rise in color—and choose the day. 🌈

Love Is a Dilemma

 

Love Is a Dilemma

Love arrives without permission,
A gentle storm inside the chest,
It feels like home and exile combined,
A question disguised as rest.

It promises warmth in trembling hands,
Yet leaves the heart unsure and bare,
Every step toward its sweetness
Is balanced by a hidden snare.

To love is to choose vulnerability,
To stand unarmed before desire,
Knowing one word can heal the soul
Or set the quiet heart on fire.

Love whispers hope in midnight hours,
When logic folds and reason bends,
But daylight asks uncomfortable truths
About beginnings and possible ends.

It teaches patience through longing,
And courage through silent pain,
We water dreams with fragile trust
Though loss feels certain as rain.

Love asks, “Should I stay or run?”
When fear and faith collide,
It pulls the heart in opposite ways
With nothing safe to hide.

To hold on means risking breakage,
To let go means living in doubt,
Love is standing at a crossroads
Where both roads spiral out.

It turns certainty into trembling hope,
And clarity into blur,
The more we try to define its shape,
The less we’re sure of her.

Love can make a moment eternal,
Or stretch one second into years,
It laughs through joy unguarded
And speaks most clearly through tears.

We ask if love should set us free
Or bind us to its claim,
Whether burning softly together
Or walking alone is braver all the same.

Love is faith without proof,
A leap where the ground may fall,
It is choosing someone every day
Despite knowing nothing at all.

In love, the heart debates itself,
Between wisdom and desire,
A war where both sides lose something
And both are shaped by fire.

So love remains a beautiful dilemma,
Neither answer fully right nor wrong,
It breaks us, builds us, teaches us
Where the heart truly belongs.