Mar 2020
Today,
a cloud has weeped for me,
she poured her tears upon my
face and washed my wounds
People call the
sky’s tears as rain,
but my tears are salty
and dripping with pain
a cloud has weeped for me,
she poured her tears upon my
face and washed my wounds
People call the
sky’s tears as rain,
but my tears are salty
and dripping with pain
Today it rained.
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