#1531-Forlorn
09/10/2021
Days when colors clash,
The sun gently shines,
Dreams refuse to lie, and
She quietly lays close by.
Strange autumn days,
That unexpectedly arrive.
When unseen raindrops,
Pitter-patter,
In the dark of night,
It’s late,
You feel alone, and
No one’s cares for thoughts,
As dense as a stone.
Maybe only raindrops,
Landing on windowsills,
Unseen, unheard, forlorn.
