Rain
Softly I hear the whisper of raindrops,
Their rhythm mirroring that of my tears.
Slowly dropping; one, two, three, four.
Each one the story of a painful year.
As these tears flow down my cheeks,
These stories will remain untold.
My tears mingle with the rain;
Both unforgiving in their silence.
Copyright © Angelita Becerra | Year Posted 2015
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