Today, the rain pours.
It falls like tears from a confused soul.
Like me.
Bringing coldness, close to how cold her heart is.
Windy as expected, with no direction
Oh, how I can tell that the weather today is also lonely
Like anxiety.
Its cold, but as I grow old
Coldness became my nest.
The cold is creeping
My soul came weeping
Funny how winter makes my heart cry
Letting me know its alive
It seems that its waiting for it,
Like a child that is waiting for its parent.
It no longer yearns warmth
Since it been too late and it became dry.
It doesn’t remember how long
All it knows is it needs a song
And raindrops and cold breeze sustains the melody.
What a sad song
The heart will always be grateful to the rain.
Waiting for lightning
Expecting the rain
A smile will finally creep from a long burned lips.
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