Thursday, September 28, 2017

Untitled 27

by Anonymous | Poetry

At the brink of our goodbye
The sky cried for us
And we found comfort
For perhaps we could find each other again

And we did

The sky called to me
It grumbled and shook the ground
Breaking through the glass
The tears flowed and the light followed
It wet the leaves and left the root strengthened
A renewal imposed for a new beginning

No

Just another try

And as I saw you
The sky lightened
White glazing everywhere
And soon enough the crack broke and the rage came down on us
It didn't cry
It didn't scream
For it was not just the sky
But the angels and the heavens that hold hand
For our fateful union

It was a cry of war

Perhaps they refused it
Perhaps they cried knowing it'd happen again

But perhaps in moments of doubts
It wasn't the sun
It was the moon
A millisecond
But enough to put an hold
And stop everything, even the eyes

And we find each other again
Not under the rain
Not just yet
Just looking from far
For we know we will find each other only at the right moment
The rain or you
We learned

And our sadness becomes a promise

A promise for life

We will never stop

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