nostalgia

Wed, 03/01/2017 - 05:02 -- ivyloba

I listen to the rain falling down

my eyes fill with tears but I don't know why

The quiet sound of silence illuminates the air as the feeling of sadness emerge from my heart

A midnight crow sits on my window staring back at me

A creature so misunderstood, whose beauty lies past what the eye can see

The rain reflects the piercing moon that surrounds the midnight divide

A night so beautiful, so divine

How nostalgic it is to be here

This place where I can embrace the fear 

dwelling in the abyss of my deepest sorrow

 

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