| General Poetry
posted March 16, 2019
Why is it that this clouded shroud,
forecasts the thunder very loud?
The shower pours and wet I get,
and every raindrop, won’t forget.
You said goodbye and now I cry,
and I can’t mend this tearful sky,
no sun will shine, I’m in decline.
Why did you break this heart of mine?
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