It is night now and quietly
a ribbon of moonlight breaks
through the clouds like a
pattern weaver passing it's
shuttle between the threads
of silent longing, and
my heart watches two
raindrops flow together
as they run down the
windowpane, a reminder
that the promise of love
will always hold the
possibility of tears.
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Simply gorgeous imagery here J, those raindrops merging had a serene effect of this reader. 10 from always worth the tears, Tai