And the rain began to fall,
Down,
Down upon my weary face,
A face etched with both sorrow and fleeting joy.
The rain kept falling,
Down,
Down into the sea,
Where waves gather and carry our silent wisdom.
The rain fell,
Down,
Down to meet me,
A quiet greeting before the inevitable goodbye.
And still, the rain fell,
Falling,
Falling onto the parched earth,
To cleanse what had been neglected
And the rain kept falling,
Down,
Yet we remained, unchanged and unchanging,
Stagnant yet in motion,
Shifting but constant,
The past clinging like mist,
As the rain falls,
And still, we stay the same.
And the rain kept falling.
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Book of Poems
PoetryThis collection of poems invites you to explore the intimate corners of emotion, the quiet whispers of the soul, and the vibrant hues of imagination. Each poem is a reflection of life's myriad experiences, capturing moments of joy, sorrow, love, and...
