woken up to the ripple of rain
you; yet to be found by my side
but your presence lingers by
water droplets turns to your voice
soothing yet heartbreaking
close to the sun drying up the earth
just the way my love burns for you
at each moment; every breathe taken
N.I
YOU ARE READING
Dead Poets
Poetry"Poets are among the damned, cursed to commiserate over their loss, to reach with outstretched hands-" -Lang Leav
