Jul 2020
Its raining.
Pouring,
Vivid flow of sorrow.
It rained too.
On that day,
Those spider lilies,
Bloomed on you.
Now,
Every downpour,
Is a requiem.
Singing your name.
Pouring,
Vivid flow of sorrow.
It rained too.
On that day,
Those spider lilies,
Bloomed on you.
Now,
Every downpour,
Is a requiem.
Singing your name.
Sleep well darling.
