It isn't rain
But it is pouring,
It is pain
That deeply souring.
It isn't a call
But it keeps calling,
It is a fall
That surely pulling.
It isn't sad
But it cries,
It is mad
That slowly dies.
It drowns deep
But it isn't a flood,
The pain seep
Deep through the blood.
It slowly dies
But it isn't real,
The pain cries
Deep into a seal.
It isn't rain
But keeps pouring down,
It is pain
That fits like a crown.
Jr.
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Dreams Unfold
PoetryRandomly poetry unfolds the story from a dream. Mysterious and unexpected events happens in beyond. A third collection of dreams to unfold.
