2 AM Poetry

The incessant rain 

Has stopped now

A strange melancholy

Envelopes everything

The birds huddle

In the trees quietly

My words, drenched

Sit numb, silently

The need to express

No longer there

The lonely night

Subdued, wet and tired

Retires, finally

And so do I

    And so do I....

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