the rain falls
pitter patter
on the tin roof
let them fall
the sound reminds me
of distant memories
Tag: conscious
Tear
A tear from a King
can turn a desert
into an oasis
Memories of time
memories
the reflections of time
distance themselves
to an unknown place
upon the upheaval
of memory
lost are the stars
to which we call home
trying to find ourselves
when dreams end
life begins
a new story
what shapes our soul
is it the experiences we have
that help us realise
our true purpose in life
or is it the realisation
that all this can change
The Golden Tears 