Poem #17

Pouring rain 

wash down my sorrows

falling deep into the shadows

drops of water

calm my sadness 

and melt my weariness

lost between sky and earth

where my mind tears apart

taking all the mirth

dark clouds of dust

violently pull memories 

which should be forgotten 

leaving no glories 

to dwell alone rotten

without will

without hope

take my wish

away from this torment

so that you may restore 

those cheerful moments 

to their original dwelling 

as they were before

everlasting

Author: Novus Lectio

You'll never know what you'll read next. Random lecture is what is all about but one thing is for sure, it's by the same author who wrote The Theory of Fate and Who Went Out of Africa

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