The Rain and the Void
The rain falls gently past my face
Not touching though, to my disgrace
The cleansing rain, that from head to toes
Creates placid sweet peace, anyway it goes
Had abandoned my skin, my flesh it avoids
As silently drifting I fall through the void
Copyright © Anna Nomaly | Year Posted 2017
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