A rain drop rolls down the windowsill,
Matching the tear drop rolling down my cheek.
Lightning cracks across the sky,
While my pulse ripples through my body.
Thunder booms through the heavens,
And my thoughts thunder through my mind.
The nature and I are connected in this.
When I cry out in anguish,
The sky joins me,
releasing the heavy drops of worldly issues.
Sometimes though,
I am behind nature.
The sun comes up, the birds chirp,
But a single tear rolls down my cheek,
Waiting for the rain to join.
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Short Poems
PoetryWell, these poems may not be very eloquent, but they make me feel something.
