Gloom meandering in the air
during the distant rainy afternoons,
heavy clouds, waiting to drop rain.
Heavy hearts, abundant with unsaid words.
Remnants of pleasant memories
fresh like the smell of an awaited rain,
hearts below, wanting to be drenched
to mend themselves,
to grow again from the grass.
Underneath the mud and the soil,
where the earth lay virgin,
along with my secrets- bequeathed,
only for yours to be.
I was on vacation for two weeks which is why I was not able to post anything, but I did a lot of writing during these 14 days and I cannot wait to share them with you. (: