Published by: Marino Peralta
Date Published: November 10, 2023
Time Published: 1:30 PM
Category: Poetry
Theme: Reason to live, Beauty and Sadness of life in time
Why does the scent of the rain make me feel wistful?
As I walk through the night with eyelids dropping heavy,
The skies now blurry but the rain's been so thoughtful.
When tears and water blend, is it right to think that the world takes on the semblance of empathy?
I stand still for a few moments, waiting for my ride.
I have thoughts in mind where I'm bound to go,
Like the flower blooms, then withers from where it hides.
I hate that a flower's petals fall and each on it comes with a woe.
I'm on my way home, tracing a familiar road.
Though all I gazed upon were breathlessly fleeting by in a blur.
Such thoughts from the waiting shed weigh a heavier load.
Restless rainfall reverberating the words "if it's painful, feel free to rest in the hugs you prefer".
The warm feeling of, “You have returned, welcome back,” makes the sky so clear.
Each time it rings, I think the world holds me dear.
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