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...