Philosophy · poetry

A DRIZZLING SONG

the rain sings in its baritone,

A voice so familiar, yet so far,

A lyrical, a lullaby so dear

A note, to my heart so near,

 

Cold breeze whispers

Chimes a series of disaster,

I cannot recover any faster,

Bell rings, rain sings thereafter.

 

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