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The silence is so loud,
there's a cloud forming to rain on my parade,
my butterflies have no wings,
there's a song playing that takes me to better yesterdays.

The moon seems brighter than the sun,
the wind tosses my memories about in the air,
staring at the flame and wishing my fears towards it,
there's a picture of you staring back at me.

I welcome the rainwater's embrace,
but it changes form to ice hitting me without grace,
I think about you once again,
story of my life, story of a moment.

Reviews

[Alexander August]

Beautiful poetry here Richie, beauty in the ambiguity, it reads as a lover, a friend or a family member and has so many outlets on which somebody could relate. I especially appreciate this,

'I welcome the rainwater's embrace,
but it changes form to ice hitting me without grace'

There's always a song playing that takes us into yesterday, nicely worded :)

[Passengerr]

Thanks much Alexander. i appreciate this.