Black shadows of the forgotten rain,
Drips off sharp blades of every leaf.
Engraving cold deteriorating marks,
Covers their purity.

The cool hollow wind,
Thrashes across the salt of the sea.
With every deep thunderous roar,
Lies your voice behind mine.

Opaque thoughts,
Evoking large waves,
That only developed,
From thoughts of today’s tomorrow.

I too feel the same.
We walk different paths,
And cry different tears.
But our streams are no different.

Salt at the tip of the ocean lips,
Shatters the blades of the leaves.
The dark shadows no longer in sight,
But I can to smell the fragrance of the rain.

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