Empty Without

Utterance of raindrops,

To fondle with the lips of mankind.
A smile sunken in shadows,

Half grieved and other half left to survive.
Among the barren graves lies a truth,

That memories only left to grow with the tulips.
Symphony of every mortal destiny,

Prays to reach heaven without a heartbreak.
The midnight breeze screams and cries,

Weeps for a secret that blows with the November rain.
The secret that summer sky is empty without the clouds,

And the raindrops, empty without the lips.
-Teddy ©

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