DENSE BUT EMPTIER
Feet on the balcony, Oh! See the rain, Every drop tells a history, Every pain has a mystery. Something which was hidden Is now open to the world But unfortunately the wind is curled, Oh! No eyes are watching them, There hands on the umbrella, Can you listen the capella? They look the other way And take no notice of the agony. The rain became heavier, The black thoughts of the clouds Are darker than the black It is Dense but Emptier! ~Taekita369