I wish it would cry
Keep company
To this lonely soul
And match its whining
In the obscure void
All surrounding
Water fresh
kissing the soil
Petrichor breathing
through heavy clouds
into flesh
Lungs opening to new air
Souls let the thunder
Speak for them
And they become silent
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 7:30 PM UTC
I wish it would cry
Keep company
To this lonely soul
And match its whining
In the obscure void
All surrounding
Water fresh
kissing the soil
Petrichor breathing
through heavy clouds
into flesh
Lungs opening to new air
Souls let the thunder
Speak for them
And they become silent
