The clouds are laden with sorrow
The sky is cataclysmic as his heart
Seeking for a place to burrow
Thunder roars, they're torn apart
Each drop of rain glistens like his tears
They are not ones to miss
Lend us your ears
Repentance - sweet as a kiss
As they fall apart
Hearts have no trepidation
Their eyes dart
to illusion and suasion
~ to Him
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Kiss the Rain Bare
PoetryA compilation of poems contemplating the notion of existential crisis.