Spoiler
This isn't about the bushes or the wind or the rain. I tried to express my feelings through these natural (and unnatural) things, it's all metaphors out here. But let's see if you guys like it!
Waiting for reviews, as usual:) But a 'like' is also appreciated!:D
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The raindrop slowly runs down
The broken glass.
Shattered into pieces
Lying on the soft ground
Which sucks up the water
Breathes in, breathes out.
The night is clear, stars like patches on the sky
Washed out by the rain
The old swing creaks to the side
The wind gently shakes the bushes
The room is dark
The lights are gone
Raindrops falling
Hitting the floor
There is no roof
The bed is under the stars
The bedsheets are crumpled
Getting darker and darker, sinking down
The patches on the walls
Walls will fall
Not by their own will
But it’s for their own good
They have stood for too long
The rain had left its marks
On the sacred land
The cracks are left
They could have been saved
But the rain came too fast
And it hit it too strong
The lights are fading
The rain still hits the broken ceiling.
The wind whispers out the words
That we’ve said too much

