Sprinkle
Sprinkle
Thunder storm
Unknowingly striking a cord
In an apathetic deluge
Cleansing my hopes when life eludes
Pure is my love…
Behind these drops I hide my pain
The acid rain etches reflections of you
As permanent as my love…
In your absence, I am not sane
Crying, each tear a path to you
Corrosive, infectious, endlessly dying
As interminable as my love…
Falling to ground
Loves reflecting pool
Deep breath…, lonely death…
inevitable was my love…
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