#1531-Forlorn

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.