THE RAIN
The storm has passed
Yet the rain continues
An unforeseen forecast
Undiscussed on the news
It remains undetected
No one suspects a thing
Only I am affected
By what is happening
It continues to pour
My cheeks are wet
I can't take it anymore
Unable to forget
Those sunny days
When she smiled
Have left me crazed
My heart still riled
She was my sun
Until she disappeared
From then I had no one
Only clouds appeared
I miss the clear sky
That will never return
Replaced by rain, my cry
An unceasing yearn
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Sea of Dreams (poems)
PoetryPoetry by the sea. Whether its as light as the foam on the shore or as dark as the depths of the sea, the ocean brings new thoughts with every tide.
