Symphony of Silver Rain
A villanelle poem.
A symphony of silver rain,
Serenades the sorrowful night,
Pitter pattering on my pain.
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Though the seasons change I drag these chains,
Walking with my woe in spite,
Of a symphony of silver rain.
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Memories overflow like wanton wine and stain,
Sensually soaking the silken cloth of pure white,
Drip, drip, dripping on my pain.
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Peering out the weeping window pane,
The mystical moon no longer beaming bright,
Lost in a symphony of silver rain.
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Supressing the soft sob of the soul in vain,
Torrential tears purge my plight,
Pitter pattering on my pain.
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Zephyrus snuffs out the flickering candle flame,
Surrendering to the somber sounds of stormy night,
A symphony of silver rain,
Pitter pattering on my pain.
About the Creator
Daniela Alejandra
Life's a journey and I don't have map.
I long to create worlds like the ones I would read about under the blankets late at night.
Magical realism.
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