Energizing storms of rain, clouding my vision,
blurring my mind with it's unsure demise.
Sliding across skyways of imagination, rain-
drops glide down my face and out of my eyes,
leaving traces of sadness, like puddles,
left over from a storm of yesterday.
Singling every cloud into lines of interior
systems, belonging to a heart, hiding shyly
all it's life, afraid to show feelings of
hurt and abandonment.
Yet, silently, it's tears flow constantly in
quiet realms beyond reality, to be soothed
into rainbow's prisms for a lifetime.
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............................................... rain drops glide down my face and out of my eyes, leaving traces of sadness, like puddles, left over from a storm of yesterday. To be soothed into rainbow prisms for a life time! Fantastic write! Thank you, prolific writer of verse for visiting my page and commenting on my poem! !