May 2015
As the tears fall,
I feel no comforting hands to hold,
no arms to embrace,
just the sound of the falling rain,
it's cold, dark, shades of grey,
echoing the radiance of my soul.
I feel no comforting hands to hold,
no arms to embrace,
just the sound of the falling rain,
it's cold, dark, shades of grey,
echoing the radiance of my soul.
(Purgatory)
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