The tears that fall
Can wash away
The strongest wall
The brightest day.
Coming from the sky,
They will pressure you.
Never asking why.
Never filling you.
As the day turns dark,
A tender kiss,
Caressing the bark
With a silent hiss.
So what will you do,
When the rain comes down?
Do hide inside
Or let it slide?
That choice alone
Is what others fear
Because when it's done,
The dark will clear.
YOU ARE READING
P-P-P-Poetry
PoetryMy amateur attempts at writing poetry. Don't expect too much, as this is as silly as it can be. Some though, may end up having deep meaning.
