i can feel the gray
the never-ending sky
with puffs of white
and it stays the same-- all day
i can taste the rain
their life giving droplets
for a dying ground
and the rain remains-- all day
i can hear sadness today
the roads are empty,
people are inside
a sombre note plays-- all day
i can see the decay
the grass becomes mud
and the world slips
the rain washes away-- all day
i think it's a monday
but the hours are the same
and time seems to stop
for the rain remains-- all day
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anthology of life
Poetrya collection of poems and short writings. would love to collab with fellow poets and short story writers!
