Let the Raindrops Dance
Droplets, like tears, fall in symphony,
Whispering secrets of longing, of fear,
Tracing their paths down the windowpane,
Reflecting dreams that wither and disappear.
In their descent, stories are unfurled,
Of integrated hearts now bitter, grown cold,
Raindrops bear witness to love’s fragile state,
Where passion once bloomed, now hate takes hold.
They dance with grace upon the glass,
Unraveling memories, leaving their mark,
Promises made in moments of bliss,
Shattered and scattered, like a broken spark.
Yet in each raindrop, a glimmer persists,
A whisper of hope, refusing to fade,
For love, though faltering, finds its own way,
Through tears of rain on the somber parade.
And as the drops continue their rhythmic fall,
A healing symphony, a message anew,
Love, like rain, can cleanse and revive,
If we open our hearts to love that is true.
let the raindrops dance, cleansing our souls,
Washing away the pain darkness conceals,
Within their tender ballet, a chance does exist,
To find love’s redemption, welcome its appeals.
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