Disparate
These inanimate drops of rain
Splashes on my window
Your gloomy eyes stare
Through that window into mine
We are two different people
We grappled the same fears
Our hearts bleed in agony
With a fragrance of melancholy
That burns up our nostrils
There’s no place we face
Your visage hangs in my memories
Primitive poems fade away….
Only to be brought back
And cherished by someone else
Two different lands, one heart….
Copyright © Morgen Farmer | Year Posted 2016
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