The rain fell so
silently,
cutting its way through the breeze.
The flats seemed so
still
beyond the rain, looking innocent.
The glass window that
dulled
over time, distorted the images behind.
The curtains that lean,
prepares
to end the show.
Your eyes can't help
and came
back to the paper
watching shadows cast by
Your hand,
gradient of a slope.
Your eyes can't help
going over
lines of words again
refreshing minutes memories inside
that brain
of Yours seemed useless.
The rays of sunlight
shone,
blazing this planet's land once again.