Fall Of The Memories Poem by Asma Khan

The rain must fall from her eyes
bright and strong like breeze
of the early morning sun
hard and rough crystals of light
falling off her eyes

The rain must fall from the skies
quiet and mad like the roaring
thunders of midnight blues
innocent and hopeless
words of her departure
drawing me towards her side

The rain must fall from the memories
soothing and calm like
mid summer's afternoon sun
passionate and slow moments
of our last meeting
stirring imaginations to the eyes

The rain must fall from now
lonely and broken like
autumn's scrambled leaves
patient and grateful of nature's
call to end the story of two love birds