Rain
A lonely man walks in the rain forth and back ,
and the rain makes his cheek wet, so no one can see that he is crying.
The pain and the sorrow is his,
because there was no joy and happiness.
Lonlyness and emptiness is also his,
because there was no love and tenderness.
The superfluousness and the feeling of uncertainty also his,
because he was no longer needed and the security in that no longer existed.
The loss and the melancholy is his,
it and those he has loved is long gone, memories is all there are left.
So there he goes in the rain holding his coat together supported of his stick,
If he didnīt had anything infront of his heart you would be able to see that it is bleeding.
That wound will never heal,
because that and those he once loved he still is seeking.
So there he goes and saunter in the rain back and forth,
and the rain makes his cheek wet, so no one can see that he is crying
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