Tears of Rain
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; " Edna St, Vincent Millay
rain
falls hard
ground is soft
black mud appears
swollen rivers flood
tears cry nonstop from sky
trees are engulfed by pure rage
weeping willow weeps for life line
roots struggle for strength to hold onto
stormy clouds pushed away by mighty sun
May 20, 2020
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