Day 2: Rain

They still fall
Though they know all too well
That nobody would be there
To catch them when they hit the ground

And when they fall
They hold no grudge
To whomever that might despises them
As they know
The coldness would always numb the pain

In tiny little drops of amusement
They would greet the world
Only to lose themselves in the colorful lies
Realizing they would soon be forgotten
In the presence of light from the eye of heaven.





Monday (12/12/2011 @ 0430)
- Inawza Yusof