Silver Raindrops

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Black and white,

like a photograph,

always running,

through the same path,

all there is to see is

silver raindrops. 

No color in the world,

as the final bomb drops,

the piercing silence of 

the dead, 

once alive but now,

splattered with silver raindrops.

The final blow hits,

the only thing to think is,


So sad, those silver raindrops,

people lay in agony,

as they cry and cry and cry.


Submitted: January 25, 2021

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