Rain over Tears
- J.R.
- Dec 7, 2020
- 1 min read
The skies drip, drops on the glass
Wishful thinking for a moment, yet no stops
Whilst the still hurries onward, steadfast
Its vague blur is all my mind and body crops
Yet these drifts move my eyes to drip drops on the glass
Picture by Leonid Afremov, my favorite artist
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