By: the iHope Poet
with the clouds on the top
and the rain falling down
in the dark
No one sees what I see
through this fraud harmony
For when light shines
it all falls apart.
What would happen if hope
were to flutter away
all suppressed under secrets
and fears
Then the gray would turn black
with no promise of light
at the edge of
the rainstorm of tears
Final (extended:) verse, here.
Sad poem. "Then the gray would turn black"...sad, but pretty. Love that line specifically. I really like the picture you paired your poem with as well.
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