These cloudy days
When the air is cold and soft,
Like the memory of a kiss,
Of a lover lost to the world.
When the rain drizzles down
Fine and slow,
Caressing the skin,
Like a silk blanket
Made of air
And frost
And whispers.
These cloudy days,
When the grey of the sky
Seduces the sea into a darker danger
And I can hear my heart beating
To the rhythm of the wind carrying the rain.
It's theses days
That I love the most.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 5:16 AM UTC
These cloudy days
When the air is cold and soft,
Like the memory of a kiss,
Of a lover lost to the world.
When the rain drizzles down
Fine and slow,
Caressing the skin,
Like a silk blanket
Made of air
And frost
And whispers.
These cloudy days,
When the grey of the sky
Seduces the sea into a darker danger
And I can hear my heart beating
To the rhythm of the wind carrying the rain.
It's theses days
That I love the most.
Watch for the rain long enough, and you'll realize all you see are your own tears.