Sitting on the window sill.
Watching the rain pitter-patter against the glass.
As the thunder explodes lightning fast.
The lightning aluminates her tear-stained face.
And whispers to herself, he is here tonight.
Remembering that black wall that has resurrected between her.
And the rest of ther world.
But somehow someone always came.
A gentle someone always came to dry all her tears.
And to caress her fears.
And to give a kiss goodnight.
No matter if it was dark or late.
He would hold her and wait.
Until her frightened eyes did close.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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This poem touched my heart and reached my soul. I love it! Purple rose