arise those raindrops
in a sky full of omens
where your life is adrift,
and those clouds of sweet appearance
are judges in your ways,
now only see
silence sunk into contempt, coldness
the eternal gaze of the
doomed love,
drenching the cold despair
to be different,
like water from a river inert
lonely heart unfinished
and now you pray without faith,
a sky that does not understand
you're in Love.
Arwen
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