In quiet nights
when the heart rains…
with cloud of grief,
we know as pain…
silently falling,
against the mind…
and no space,
is enough to hide…
you know,
cause you have tried…
so you just lie,
under the moon,
and drift with the tune,
of the melancholic heart,
as it rains.
poetry and image copyright neha 2016
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