Sentient

Like those meandering cold raindrops
Streaking to gravity on the outer glass
Beneath a sky lost and muted of color
That too often I perplexingly stare at  
I place my hand- against the inner pane 
And as hard as I try deep in my heart 
I can’t feel your warm presence anymore 
But God truly knows … I- I can feel the rain 

Poet of the Light © 2021 

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