Melody Of The Rain - Poem by Uriah Hamilton
Ancient friends appreciate
My ghost-like face
That has weathered loneliness
And the melody of the rain.
Spirits offer me the wine of dreams
When I fall asleep at dusk
With a tattered heart
I can no longer trust.
When I awake,
I hear the cry of the wind
Breathing upon weary chimes,
I know, I must abandon everything
And no longer consider
Anything as mine.
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