So Thankful For Its Concern
I conceal my tears
through the cadence
of the rain.
No one can see
or hear,
except its drops
on the thatch top.
Its candid concern
hits me hard inside
'coz it says:
I wish I were blind
and deaf,
I never wanted
to spot you cryin'.
Copyright © Maris Warrior Tuazon | Year Posted 2020
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