It was raining soft drops
Like silent cries made by bruised clouds
And it made me wonder
If the sky ever met you?
I sat there, pecked with gentle rain
Kissing the outline of my sadness
And I thought maybe I wouldn't have cried
Maybe I wouldn't have noticed this agony
If I never met you.
Would I have still missed the stars if I never met the dark?
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Short StoryAll is quiet at 1:35 a.m., As I try to clear my head. It's as though I've blinked and everything has changed. It's been happening for a long time, I know, But then again, That's how it always is, Isn't it? thoughts of a sleepless poet dipped in hear...
