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Raining eyes

Updated on June 29, 2017

It's undesirable, but it comes

It's shy perhaps,

For it feels free when nobody's around

And of course, before rains

So many feelings sums up in clouds.

I let it fall freely

And let those voiceless witnesses see

So the secret remains secret.

It makes you fragile, a common belief

Among the fun makers

And the strong ones, at least from outside.

But who knows the relief?

I know, alright, I am fragile

I don't stop the rains.

I know when the clouds are dense

The sky is called unclear

And when they condense

Then shows the hidden light,

It brings them to the eyes.

Its not so undesirable,

I let it come.

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      Kara Skinner 2 months ago from Maine

      Gorgeous poem.