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Rain thorns

I would like to know
the sound of my tear
while it slips upon my cheek
and if it�s the same harmless sound
like the one of a raindrop
falling down a tree leaf
and then it slips upon the next leaf
and then to the one below
until it fells onto the ground
and gets dry silently from time
like got my eyes and now�
and now not even sadness
can make them wet enough.

Are the notes that dress my raindrop
thin and audible
or maybe heavy and obscure
like a half sun in the sea?

I remember me �the rain-
smiling during the summers
when during the winters I was falling
at the deepest of the night
drowning me inside your dreams.

***entry to AEMlia564 comp "story of a raindrop"