The bright and brilliant rain comes.
The Earth shakes.
And the dove flies away from here.
It disappears into a white fluffy cloud.
And nothing is left here.
No sound, nothing to see, nothing to hear.
Just a memory dissolved away.
These are my poems, mostly sad. They are also all poems in the work. If you don't like them, come back in a few years, they might be better. Got a suggestion, or review, give it at me.