a haunting embrace will prevail
against the silent flow of raindrops
slowly hitting the iridescent cement
the pale color falls into a darker descent
a melodic tone of pianos and somber voices
sting like a bee on a sunny afternoon
but the sun is hiding be hid the treacherous clouds
withholding your true emotions
its a lonely journey to take beneath the clouds
beneath the raindrops
if you listen closely they are humming
with saint like voices
voices not of despair or sadness
but whispers of open roads
and solo embraces
I’m trying to leave the time behind
and release my soul from my body
hoping that the lulling rain will soothe
and repair the severe and despair
I surround myself with lit candles
desiring some inkling of my apathy that will disintegrate
through the volatile flame
the uncertainty i hope for is far from perfection
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