The drizzle slowly fell, in the dim twilight, leaving silence here, in the heart
The drizzle that falls, on the leaves, what does it look like? like tears, like tears
Feel the silence, the drizzle that falls slowly, in the twilight dampened by the rain
Every passing twilight, every second towards twilight, every minute passing twilight, poetry flutters in the sky of images
Take note of the drizzling words that fall this evening, before you forget: there is something to wipe from the corner of your eye
Maybe you have to choose: the memories that flood, or the future that lies ahead. let the tears show the way home
Yes, there are those who want to be alone, in their own silence, in their own secrets, maybe you are the one sobbing in that corner, in a quiet corner
And I, want to plant flowers, beautiful flowers, in poetry, so that they bloom, so that they bloom, watered by the drizzle of tears
