The dusted floor, and me above it
Staring into Oblivion,
Not trying to find answers
Because asking questions needed strength
The music of crickets playing in the background
The lightning painted temporary paintings
On the dark black walls
The thunder roared out some
Secrets in the dark,
Not to be heard by anyone
But to be feared by everyone,
I did not dread it nor feared.
For the thunderous sounds doesn’t mean anything
It’s the rain that needs to be heard
They have a million words to say
In each drops and they’ll say it,
Even if you ask them questions or not
They’ll say it out loud and in whispers too
They may sing it and I’ll dance with them again
They’ll say it and I’ll hear them this time
In silence, in calmness and with will.
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