if I close my eyes and listen,
the only sound I catch is a cadence
beating with your heart in unison,
only for me to notice your absence.
greyish silk wafts above the greenish ground,
drops like liquid silver kissing the meadow.
the kisses so soft; afraid to open up a wound,
the only thing that looms in front is a blackish crow.
the slow and calming splatter on the trees
the leaves taking a gentle bow to let it drain.
in this comfortable moment, I sit hugging my knees
'cause after all these years: I still love the rain.
YOU ARE READING
the universe is your own imagination
Poetrypoetry - words without special meaning put together for a meaning what does the moon has to do with love? what do i percieve from this universe?
