Messages

Nature’s tears collect

Upon the windowsill

As the wind blows

Whatever truth it will.

The bright orb peaks

Through the darkened sky

To illuminate the dark

Clouds that pass it by.

Words drip slowly

From the one above,

Rhymes of sadness and joy,

Rhymes of everlasting love.

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