Nov 2014
I've often stared
Into the
Glassy eyes
Of bouncing rain
It is to soon
Their misty blue
Becomes a brooding
Black
Shadows grown
To deepest sorrow
And open horror
As rain runs
Red
Into the
Glassy eyes
Of bouncing rain
It is to soon
Their misty blue
Becomes a brooding
Black
Shadows grown
To deepest sorrow
And open horror
As rain runs
Red
