Teardrops of the sky,beautifully round,fall all around,on the leaves, the housesand on the ground.The sky cries profusely,seems as if it is hurt,cleansing all the dirtfrom its heart,leaving itself inert.Like the sky, I cry too,with unbearable painexploding my brain,hopes and dreamsdifficult to explain.I then ask myselfif the sky is my twin.Each time I cry, it poursContinue reading “Tears and Rain”