The Rain Is My Peace
The rain is my peace.
My eyes were the ocean.
My heart in ruins.
I shook violently as the droplets struck me.
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The rain is my peace.,
For she cannot see my tears.
It hides the sorrow in my expression.
She turned from me;
Shards from a broken heart laid at my feet.
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The rain was my peace,
For it shared the rivers of my cheeks.
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The rain remains and as do those shards that haphazardly lay upon the ground before me,
Threatening every step I make forward from you.
~awatr
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