moist breeze has manured all the pains
but i have decided that
i will not let them take over
all the terrain
that i had extracted from the jaws of
time
that you and i shared all the while
clouds gathered their share of drops
from all around
i will smile, laugh and try
that you let me steer the boat
when waves protest and you are unsure
but only then i feel
will manure of unsaid meanings
mature