A Reason To Rain

A Reason To Rain

A Poem by Mirra

I hated wind that comes with rain
But today it is the only thing I crave
Black dress and hat, I stood
Paid a visit to my love at his tomb.

The air played the flute to the sky
A dull music to my ear.
Lured my tears to rain down from the eyes
The cold gale wiped it.

I know he's here by my side.
I want to hug him, kiss him.
But I see not a mite,
My heart will only ache for you babe.

I long for his warm arms.
I miss his sweet scent
as we drift away in a night full of love.
But he is going to be send above.

Why should we feel the pain?
We did no wrong to any being.
He's gone now with the rain,
All I can do is stare at this ring.

I must have been his wife today,
But he rather went afar.
A place I can only reach when I die,
Can't I see him just for the last time?

I hope this scar will never heal,
And so the heart will only grace his name,
Each day I want to feel the sweetest pain
Came with the wind and the rain.

© 2014 Mirra


Author's Note

Mirra
I have a a lot of poems which I don't usually share here because I'm not so confident with them. Either I think their lame, lack emotion or just doesn't feel like sharing it. However, every piece written is worth sharing, everyone starts with trashes so if this one's a trash I should be still proud of it. So here it is!

Tell me what you think, your reviews will help me a lot :-)

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great imagery of feel at your writing. love sometimes need sacrifice but it not always going to be of what we want to be. thanks for share :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


Mirra

9 Years Ago

Your welcome and thanks for the lovely review :-)

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