Thunder
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Raindrops, rain drops, raindrops I watch the sky, waiting. For what, I’m not sure Rain drops, rain falls, thunder A quiet sigh escapes my lips This night a melancholy one, alone I am alone, My words, unknown, unknown At a distance I see you, I approach Your home. It’s cold. I kneel, place the roses down and smile ”Good morning,” I say No reply. For what can you say When you can’t speak? Raindrops, rain drops, rain falls, Thunder
short and sweet🤍
Beautiful and simple. You've captured a moment of longing and grief so effectively, it's haunting.