Strings

 

 

 

Dancing notes and echoed tones gracefully arise,

Bringing forth the thunder followed by cloudy skies.

Booming, trembling, wind and rain racing towards the earth,

Crashing, splashing endlessly upon my windows eyes.

Strings of song glide through the cracks and upon my house it set,

A sorrowful bird with no heart nor a soul cackling out of regret.

In puddles drown droplets of rain mixed with dirt waiting for the end,

Gliding down the streets of dark hoping to never forget.

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