The drops of rain I know.
They scatter, splash and glow.
But on this day, they are not the same though.
They are a torrent of sadness,
The weeping tears of nature.
The mourning of the world.
As I look out, I wonder.
What does the sky cry for?
A loss? A tragedy? A death?
Perhaps they are all these things.
I too, would cry for such a thing.
If only for a little while.
Although, I suppose, the sun shines in the end.
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Compathy: A Collection Of Poetry
Poetry"Through grief and sorrow, through joy and through love, shouldn't these emotions be shared?" A collection of poems that come from the heart, and worded in the most poetic forms to say and spread what is not spoken, whether it be melancholic or joyo...
