I'm in the middle of the street, I stop.
I look around to find a clue tho I am lost..
They say to never lose your hope,
But everything I see is rain and dust
And looking at my reflection in a drop
I think..who's that, a ghost?
I let it out, a sigh, and glance above
Sad smile, dead eyes looking thereof
While falling down are drops of opal
They're dancing..what a spectacle
I'm witnessing a musical
And hoping for a miracle
Those mystic jewels, astral beauty
The sky is crying..or is it me?
Inspired by rain and deep feelings, thank u for reading;)