The heavy rain
On the well-built roof
That has sheltered a
Young soul for years
In each drop lies
A memory
Reminded of all the years
Held by a soothing voice
When fury comes out in tears
The rain falls on
My heavy heart
Like the weathered stones in
The worn-down pavement
Built up long ago
As if it was yesterday
A small, blue cup of tea
Ignites my long- lost
Senses
Try to push back the pain
Bottled up
Inside
But it won't go until
Until the last water droplet
Turns cold.
Jan 25, 2010
Jan 25, 2010 at 5:53 AM UTC
The heavy rain
On the well-built roof
That has sheltered a
Young soul for years
In each drop lies
A memory
Reminded of all the years
Held by a soothing voice
When fury comes out in tears
The rain falls on
My heavy heart
Like the weathered stones in
The worn-down pavement
Built up long ago
As if it was yesterday
A small, blue cup of tea
Ignites my long- lost
Senses
Try to push back the pain
Bottled up
Inside
But it won't go until
Until the last water droplet
Turns cold.
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