Jete
The music goes playing,
One night amid the rain pouring.
Whisper-a-heart, longing,
Akin to pain...sour-graping.
Prayer alone, two feet swaying.
The road stands, toward a-breaking.
The blood runs, hard breathing.
Alone in solitude, a heart is bleeding.
Copyright © Nonilon Jr Ariscon | Year Posted 2020
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