It's Dark
It's dark
Hearing the whispering of the rains
Not knowing whom is around one
Each drop feels the listening's pains
Trickle drip drip allowing it's sound
It's dark, it must be somewhere near
Not knowing whom is around one
Each drop feels the listening's fear
Drip drip, trinkle, now becomes aloud
Whilst the listening's pains now soar
One feels it's now the canopy of stark
It must be somewhere near, it's dark
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2018
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