The tears as rain come from the skies,
our tears are pain coming from our eyes.
The clouds are warmed by the sun above,
our hearts comforted by someone we love.
The weather brings with it the mood,
each moment we take in as some food.
Grow with each tear we cried to drip,
into digression these moments we slip.
The tears falling from the skies,
our crying coming from our eyes.
These moments are ours to keep,
let the rain itself puts us to sleep.
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A metaphor and also in reverse. I love to sleep to the sound of the rain and many say that they cry themselves to sleep. Is sleep a defense against pain or threat well written
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