Gentle Drops
Gentle Drops In gentle drops, the sky does weep, A soft embrace, the earth to keep. Pitter-patter on the ground, Nature's rhythm, a soothing sound. Silver threads from clouds above, Dancing lightly, a song of love. Each droplet tells a tale untold, Of weary hearts and dreams of old. They kiss the leaves, a tender touch, Awakening life, oh, so much. Painting streets with glistening hue, A canvas fresh, the world anew. As puddles gather, reflections gleam, Mirrors of hope, whispers of dream. In every splash, a joyful cheer, The rain, it sings, for all to hear. So let it fall, this sweet refrain, A lullaby in the heart of rain.\r Embrace the storms, the skies that grieve, For in the rain, we learn to believe.
Poetic Description
A Poetic Description A sacred‑geometry reading of an African woman’s face Her face is a quiet cathedral of ratios,where cheekbones rise like sun‑templesand the soft arc of her lips carriesthe memory of spirals older than language. Her eyes hold the vesica piscis —two worlds meeting in a single luminous threshold.Her jawline is a grounded triangle,an earth‑rooted geometry of presence. In her, the circle becomes ancestry,the triangle becomes strength,the spiral becomes becoming. She is not shaped by sacred geometry —she reveals it.A living mandala of lineage,a harmonic architecture of breath and bone.