The drop of sorrow

Anytime, there won’t come a new tomorrow

The raindrops on the window

Blur the view that the eyes could possibly see

The door is unlocked, but there is nobody

but me.

The coffee expired and stays hidden

behind a closed cupboard door

The dishes stare at the tap

but it refuses to give any water

There is simply no turn on

on the table, one little drop of sorrow

tells the story from inside my heart.

And nothing but silence remains.

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