When I Lied

I hear
The rumbling cloud,
As I sit
On a rocking chair;
Long silence...
Then, the rain fall, like angel's tears;
Today's sky is gray, for me, and for my god;
But, when the sun start to peek,
And, smile like before;
I know,
She has forgiven me.






Poetry by Ernesto P. Santiago
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Written on 2007-02-22 at 20:08

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Amanda K
what a way of consolation.i especially loved the last 2 lines.

regards
2007-03-18



Short and beautifully expressed about inner and outer storms!
2007-02-22