As each of heaven's tears drop and bless our given Earth,
The sky of wonder turns a deep dark shade of gray.
As the sun is slowly blinded by the clouds,
All cares are lost and evaporated away --
Leaving our soul free and innocent from worries . . .
Each drop of salty water relieves the grass's thirst,
Each drop of cold rain leaves ornaments on a spider's web,
Each drop a rounded gem sliding down the flower's petals,
Leaving a tear-stained face.
The moon reveals beneath the clouds;
Silence envelopes the dark midnight reverie.
Yet, in the drifting distance, the thundering sobs echo . . .
written by Kaity, Bergen Academies
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