A.V

The Skies cry, and Water pours down. Each tear hits the ground, And a child starts crying, Starts to melt, starts to feel cold. Each tear washes that child, That broken, that in dispair It fluctuates, from heavy, To light, but Never does it stop. It feels endless, never-ending. Hours pass by, then days. Then months. But never does it seem to really end. Thunder also strikes, Ice also melts, and icebergs Also, reveal themselves. At last, the rain gets light again, The never-ending rain... ends. The endless rain— extinguished. And the rain ends. A.V "That child is your heart, crying at one's death."

A Silent Soul, Holds a lot inside, like A dam holding water, and Often floods the Pages of a diary. A Silent Soul, Likes to listen and observe Everything deeply, and Knows a lot, but Rarely does she speaks. A Silent Soul, Loves the greens and blues, Along with All the small things, Around her. A Silent Soul, Tries to hide Her tears, Tries to Hide her emotions. A Silent Soul, Fears judgment by others, And herself, but Still yearns for an ear Of non-judgment. A Silent Soul, Enjoys solitude, but Does not Minds a peaceful, Slow talk. A.V