Rain trickles

Often like tears

Of which shatter and harden 

While I remain here 


Wind blows

Like thoughts full of dread

Of which this place reminds me

Is all in my head


Birds chirp

Like voices from the past

Of which remain silent

While I breath my last






  • Author: Vexoul (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 17th, 2022 19:32
  • Category: Forgiveness
  • Views: 21


  • L. B. Mek

    well written, thanks for sharing

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