112. Pitch black and overcast
It’s pitch black and overcast;
How I wish this weather could last.
I long for these days of darkness,
As no one could see my sadness.
It's like a veil that covers everything,
Even my sorrows, painful like a bee sting.
I always long for these cloudy days,
As no one could tell apart the tears
from the rain drops dripping from my face.
-Rithin.
@hues.and.dews.poetry
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