rain is pouring from clouds
standing, wet and upset.
through my tears I shout -
clean the words I have said!
clouds are flying around.
they may come to your place.
what if rain can wash out
pain I made you to face?
I tried calls, texts and letters.
now clouds I try.
not forgiveness what matters
but to leave past behind.
so I hope that my tears
you could sense in the rain.
and a breath of clean air
frees your chest from the pain.
rain is pouring from clouds
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