The morning came
And with a hint of rain
The sun rose high
I searched your face
In rumpled sheets
In busy streets
I looked for you
The crowds pushed forward
Too busy to care
For mundane things
You heard my voice
The thundering jeers
Of distant fears
I whispered softly.
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 10:30 AM UTC
The morning came
And with a hint of rain
The sun rose high
I searched your face
In rumpled sheets
In busy streets
I looked for you
The crowds pushed forward
Too busy to care
For mundane things
You heard my voice
The thundering jeers
Of distant fears
I whispered softly.
