An Uncertain Rain
Shadows, remnants of lights;
tear drops of loneliness upon
a window pane of truth. The
outside world, so unblemished;
its only flaw, the window pane
we look through.
Clouds turn dark, a loud roar
as it shakes the glass. How angry
it is, how real it is. Loneliness,
when will the lightning strike?
When will the shadows not dance?
Copyright © Michael Alexander | Year Posted 2014
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