Category : Poems

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Drops pitter-patter on the ceiling, with a drip of water in a bucket
There I lay, waiting for it to become clear again
This lasts eternity 
I look outside and see nothing but grey with only a flash
I think about how I want the light to touch me
It rumbles
The grey blew out my light 
I stand where it is black 
Waiting 
And waiting
For my light to come back