Do the clouds above
feel emptied when the sun leaves?
casting pale shadows
of their pallid selves
along the moonlit ground…
What shape of sorrow
steals across their misty brow?
Loosing one tear
and then a thousand
upon a silence too profound.
feel emptied when the sun leaves?
casting pale shadows
of their pallid selves
along the moonlit ground…
What shape of sorrow
steals across their misty brow?
Loosing one tear
and then a thousand
upon a silence too profound.