The rain taps on the window,
As the storm clouds go by,
The shouts from inside the house sound,
And it causes her to cry.
The darkness becomes darker,
As does the sky,
There is no sunshine here,
But now her soul can fly.
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Poetry Journal
PoetryPoetry is a doorway to the soul. Don't open the door if you're afraid of what's inside. All of these are my original works so copyright is on them.
