Thunderstorm's Silent Song
darkness is darkest beyond the wan street lights,
and yet the rain still falls through it;
with every gust, the acacia trembles,
sways its branches imploringly,
its leaves torn down, strewn
on the puddles below.
his fingertips ache and falter on the guitar frets,
but his head sings on and on:
"maybe the old song can bring back
the old times," as torn pieces
of the card she sent him drift
about in the puddles below.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2006
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